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Just for Today. A Poem by Tricia McCallum

Just for Today. 
by Tricia McCallum 

Not every last “t” needs to be crossed.
For once let a button unravel.
Perfection is a lie. A shape shifter.
It will keep you chasing after it
Like a spent greyhound after its rabbit.
Leaving you spent,
With nothing to show.
Forget the empty milk jug.
The thank you note can go unwritten.
Hospital corners are excessive.
People can live without a balsamic reduction.
And those time consuming shrimp rolls.
Pick up the store brand.
No one will notice,
And even if they did.

About the Poet:

“Poetry is my church. My refuge. Without it I wouldn’t have navigated my life nearly as well.” 

Tricia McCallum, a Glasgow-born Canadian, is a Huffington Post Blogger, a 2016 Pushcart Prize nominee and the author of The Music of Leaving (Demeter Press 2014) and Nothing Gold Can Stay:  A Mother and Father Remembered (2011).

She has won the poetry competition at goodreads.com a total of three times through the past three years, along with an honorable mention. McCallum says she publishes both online and off, wherever she can find good homes. “My approach is simple. I tell stories in my poems and write the poems I want to read,” she says.

Meanwhile, McCallum can be found online at:  www.triciamccallum.com,

facebook.com/tricia.mccallum.9 and twitter.com/triciamccallum1

A Letter to the Global Poetry Community – A Necessary Response to Recent Events

This past week the poetry community was shaken by the discovery of a serial plagiarist. Poets and editors around the world worked in unison to remedy the situation. One editor, burdened with the task of removing plagiarized poems from publication and retracting a Pushcart Nomination, wrote that in the aftermath of these events she felt, “defeated.”

Words – strong words – appropriate words – were used to describe the offense and its effects: dismay, distress, identity theft, stolen…

Details of the extensive reach and widespread violations resulting from this episode of serial plagiarism are best left in private conversations – not in public debate. There is actually nothing to debate. Those who know, the witnesses of this disturbing incident, have no questions of right or wrong – only a dismaying confusion of why?

What remains is the puzzlement of what it means to be a poet.

Who and what are we writing for? Our egos? Our CV’s? Our collective humanity? A hobby? The question marks have become infinite.

And that word “defeated.”

We are not defeated. We are an army (even though we did not know we were). Each poet an individual, each publication independent – we were wrong to believe that. The events of this past week did not defeat us – they destroyed our delusions of individualism. The poetry community became more important than the poet.

More importantly, we learned that it had already been that way. Even without thought or discussion, even as we worked for our own successes and publication, somewhere beneath the surface of our own short personal bios, we were helping write the great biography of the global poetry community.

At no point in history has the poetry community been so vastly diverse, intimately connected and had such an instant global reach. The Digital Poetry Era is the richest ever seen. We all take part in growing and guarding this enormous treasure.

At Poetry Breakfast we will continue to publish and honor those who participate in and give their best to the poetry community. We offer thanks to all those who tirelessly worked to defend the integrity of our community this past week and to all those who continue to protect our poets and the art of poetry.

Sincerely,
Ann Kestner, Editor
Poetry Breakfast

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