Ode to SCBWI LA

Ahem. I am a bit loopy there's no doubt, but I can't miss a post! So enjoy my crazy attempt at a poem - Ode to SCBWI LA and be sure to come back Thursday for a contest and character interview you won't want to miss!


What's incredible, amazing, and cool, even though it's a mouthful to say?
SCBWI's hard enough, then they added the letters LA!
But we will forgive them for making it hard because of all they do,
I don't want to be dramatic but without them I wouldn't have a clue.


Helpful, supportive, and gracious only begins to describe,
Between workshops and speeches, and dances that give us the chance to imbibe,
we build many friendships, we learn about craft, we vent about our journey,
We pitch, and critique, and grow so nervous you could cart us all off on a gurney!


So many lessons, and formats to learn. So many faux pas and rules,
Thank goodness they're there to pick up the pieces and provide us with the tools.
It can be overwhelming and wonderful too, with so much to do and to see,
But all of those writers make it worthwhile and an awesome place to be!
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We Have a Winner!! And a Little Poem

We have a winner!!! But the rest of you should not despair. I have yet another amazing contest coming up next week. So please stay tuned.

In the meantime - Congratulations to APRIL!!! You won a copy of PARANORMALCY by Kiersten White.

Now, this week happens to be a little busy for me, but you are all so very important to me that I had to do something for you. So here is the very first poem that I ever put up on the Undead Poet's Society, the one that made me a charter member. A little flashback full of Zombie love.

The Zombie's Point of View

by,

Lisa Gail Green

It’s all I can think about,

all I can see,

wherever I look,

they’re calling to me.

Oh yes, they are hiding,

inside of their shell,

and I know what you’re thinking -

I’m going to Hell.

But really how can I?

I’m already dead.

And it’s not like there’s much

left inside of my head.

Just a ravenous hunger for

what’s inside yours.

Oh, I used to like muffins and

tacos and s’mores.

But now that I’m dead,

those things will not do,

I have to have slimy,

and squishy brain stew.

Scratch that – don’t cook it,

it’ll lose all its flavor,

the meaty thick texture

that I love to savor.

It’s not like I asked

to become walking-dead.

But now that I am,

it needs to be said.

I may not be fast,

but I’m very persistent.

So sit back and relax,

it just hurts for an instant.