Here are eight days' worth of poems in The Stafford Challenge. All shadormas, like in the last post — nine of them.
On Day 116, 12 May 2025, continuing with shadormas. I bought this bass because I'm having surgery in ten days and my doc said I couldn't carry more than 10 pounds during my recovery. Basses are often heavier than that, but not this one.
New Bass: Six-String Longhorn
New turquoise
Jerry Jones Bass VI.
Having it
converted
to BEADGC.
Gonna be sweet. Rock!
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
The letters in the penultimate line refer to tuning, from lowest string to highest. The bass is currently tuned to E standard (EADGBE) one octave lower than a guitar. After it's converted, the lowest string will be 5 semitones lower, tuned like a 5-string bass with an extra higher string.
On Day 117, 13 May 2025, our Stafford Challenge small group had a Zoom meeting this morning where we wrote for seven minutes and shared. I wrote a longish paragraph about a visual memory and then ended with a shadorma. Here it is, slightly edited.
In Morning Sun
Glowing disk,
corner of my eye,
gold halo
on the wall,
bright wheel of thin laser beams,
some small spider's home.
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
Here's a picture that looks a lot like what I saw that morning in the early '90s.
On Day 118, 14 May 2025, shadorma again today. They're addicting! Looked out the window for this one.
Time
Old willow
outside hangs green leaves.
Long twigs sway.
Up high, dead
branches. What has this tree glimpsed
over its long years?
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
On Day 119, 15 May 2025, today's shadorma is on the same topic as yesterday's — the willow tree in my partner Renee's backyard. I found out today that it grew from the side of the stump of a willow that had been felled thirty or more years ago. The phrase "long years" alludes to yesterday's poem.
Phoenix
This willow
was resurrected,
it turns out.
She grew from
a cut-down old willow's stump,
her long years doubled.
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
Here's a picture of the willow tree's trunk. The stump it grew from was where the greenery is in the foreground. The stump is now gone, disintegrated over several decades since the old tree was cut down and the new tree (now old) has grown.
On Day 120, 16 May 2025, using Robert Lee Brewer's Write Better Poetry Wednesday prompt 738 from this week: "a sleep poem." Again, a shadorma, using some strong enjambments.
Dreamless
Deep sleep . . . dream?
Gone. A faint feeling
that something
happened, then
faded. Car . . . hill . . . rain . . . sliding . . .
what? Sleep slip per y . . .
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
On Day 121, 17 May 2025, had writer's block today, so did the Stafford thing for today's shadorma.
Bill's Advice
Writer's block?
Lower your standards.
Still got it?
Just lower
them some more. William Stafford,
that's genius. It works!
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
On Day 122, 18 May 2025, rote this shadorma in a moving car . . . very literal!
Heading to a Gig
Caravan
on the road again:
world-famous
Byron's Bar
in Pomeroy. Deja Blue
rarin' to rock out!
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
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Actual photo from the road just now. Our band gear
is in that van up ahead, driven by our saxophonist. |
Here are photos of the flyers from Byron's for our show tonight:
On Day 123, 19 May 2025, yup, it's a shadorma! The line breaks ended up being very useful!
On an Online Article About the
4 Signs of Unconditional Love
The first sign:
"Having your boo's back!"
Renee loves
washing my back.
I love to soap hers. Our love's
unconditional!
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
I wrote two shadormas today. In The Stafford Challenge facebook group, people were writing hippo poems. Here's mine. I've been sticking to one poem a day in the group, but what the hey.
Syllables
The count in
"hippopotamus"
is just right
for — uh-huh! —
shadormas. Exactly five:
"hippopotamus"!
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
And in addition, an internal rhyme between "shadormas" and "hippopotamus." Woo-hoo!
On Day 124, 20 May 2025, a primer on the shadorma, in the shape of a shadorma.
How to Write a Shadorma
It's easy.
Just count syllables:
3 5 3
3 7
5. But be eloquent — fast —
'cause there's not much room!
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
On Day 125, 21 May 2025, a little shadorma fun.
Shaking the Shadorma
My name's Vince,
shadormaholic.
I can't stop
writing them!
Shadorma Shanonymous . . .
where are you fine folks?
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
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Here are eleven days' worth of poems in The Stafford Challenge. Each daily comment below was written on each given day. As the days developed, as you will see below, I began to write a series of shadormas on Andy Warhol. In fact, all the poems in this post are shadormas, a form I've grown to love writing. All of these are also ekphrastic . . . an occasion I've equally grown to love writing.
On Day 105, 1 May 2025, I'm at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, today and tomorrow. I thought I'd write another poem about the Ear of Corn water tower they have here. This is a shadorma — a Spanish form with syllabics 3/5/3/3/7/5.
Bad Stand-Up: I’m Here Till Friday
—a shadorma
I once knew
an old guy named Dick
Rochester.
This water
tower is Rochester Dick,
shucked corn standing tall.
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
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My photo of the Ear of Corn
water tower in Rochester, MN.
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On Day 106, 2 May 2025, I'm still at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, where they have wonderful art on the walls. I saw an incredible print by Andy Warhol yesterday on May 1st. Here's an ekphrastic shadorma.
Mayday (M’aidez)
after Andy Warhol, Orangutan
(Endangered Species series, 1983)
Light lemon,
an orangutan,
endangered,
looks at us
from forty years ago. “Help
me . . . we need your help.”
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
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Andy Warhol, Orangutan
(Endangered Species series, 1983)
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On Day 107, 3 May 2025, home from Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota. Writing again on a beautiful print by Andy Warhol I saw there. Once more an ekphrastic shadorma.
Thwarted Courting
after Andy Warhol,
San Francisco Silverspot Butterfly
(Endangered Species series, 1983)
Butterfly
seeking a sweet mate
for ballet,
skyward dance,
but no other silverspots
for her whole life now.
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
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Andy Warhol, San Francisco Silverspot Butterfly
(Endangered Species series, 1983)
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On Day 108, 4 May 2025, I've decided to write ekphrastic poems on the entire Andy Warhol series I saw at Mayo Clinic recently. I thought the Orangutan poem was a one-off. But this is now the third ekphrastic shadorma on those prints.
We Can Save Them!
after Andy Warhol, Bald Eagle
(Endangered Species series, 1983)
Bald Eagle
— our country’s symbol
no longer
endangered
two decades from Warhol’s art —
flying future skies.
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
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Andy Warhol, Bald Eagle
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The Bald Eagle was declared neither endangered nor threatened in 2007. They are flourishing today.
On Day 109, 5 May 2025, another ekphrastic shadorma on one more print from the Andy Warhol Endangered Species portfolio I've been working with.
Megalith Speaks
after Andy Warhol, Black Rhinoceros
(Endangered Species series, 1983)
Indigo
huge mountain am I,
blood orange
obelisk
spiking from my face, sheer cliff.
To the end I stand.
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
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Andy Warhol, Black Rhinoceros
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On Day 110, 6 May 2025, once again, an ekphrastic shadorma on another print from the Andy Warhol Endangered Species portfolio I've been working with . . . today #5.
Parable
after Andy Warhol, African Elephant
(Endangered Species series, 1983)
I recall
those six old blind men,
snake, spear, fan,
tree, wall, rope . . .
stupid. I'm just Elephant.
Noble. Happy. Me.
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
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Andy Warhol, African Elephant
(Endangered Species series, 1983). |
On Day 111, 7 May 2025, one more ekphrastic shadorma on a different print from the Andy Warhol Endangered Species portfolio ... #6 of 10.
Tree Frog Euphony
after Andy Warhol,
Pine Barren Tree Frog
(Endangered Species, 1983)
Frog's keyboard
imaginary
on tree branch
plays soft frail
melodies, ethereal
music . . . almost gone.
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
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Andy Warhol, Pine Barrens Tree Frog
(Endangered Species series, 1983). |
On Day 112, 8 May 2025, a humorous ekphrastic shadorma — I hope it's funny! — on another Warhol Endangered Species print . . . #7 of 10. I wanted to squeeze the Cowardly Lion in there somehow but ran out of room (a good thing, probably).
Tiger Reigns
after Andy Warhol, TITLE
(Endangered Species series, 1983)
Lion what?
You know he's no king.
Not one stripe,
that Lion!
Look at me: orange and black —
Rex! Tiger's your King.
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
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Andy Warhol, Siberian Tiger
(Endangered Species series, 1983). |
On Day 113, 9 May 2025, on yet one more Warhol Endangered Species print . . . ekphrastic shadorma #8 of 10.
Black and White Seas
after Andy Warhol, Grevy's Zebra
(Endangered Species series, 1983)
We Zebras
ruled the savanna,
our vast herds
horizon
to horizon once . . . the sun
rose and set on us.
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
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Andy Warhol, Grevy's Zebra
(Endangered Species series, 1983). |
On Day 114, 10 May 2025, the penultimate ekphrastic shadorma on Warhol Endangered Species portfolio . . . #9 of 10.
Prayer of the Bighorn Sheep
after Andy Warhol, Bighorn Ram
(Endangered Species series, 1983)
O Mountain,
you are our refuge.
We climb, stand
on your cliffs,
laugh at silly predators
below. Safe, great heights.
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
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Andy Warhol, Bighorn Ram
(Endangered Species series, 1983). |
On Day 115, 11 May 2025, the last ekphrastic shadorma for Andy Warhol's Endangered Species series from 1983. It's been a great little project.
Panda Flirting
after Andy Warhol, Giant Panda
(Endangered Species series, 1983)
Odors, smell . . .
our talk. Scent markers
say friend, foe,
female, male.
We rub love notes on trees, rocks:
come on up . . . I’m here.
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
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Andy Warhol, Giant Panda
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On 5 January 2025, I had the pleasure of making a poetry presentation at the Cedar Valley Unitarian Universalists at Cedar Falls, Iowa. I didn't have a topic per se, but just presented some poems from my book Dragons & Rayguns.
I created a handout to distribute that showed four poems, including the two concrete poems in the book. The goal was to introduce the audience to speculative poetry (science fiction, fantasy, and horror) as well as to different types of poetry: the curtal sonnet and carmina figurata. Here's the handout (click on each image to see it larger):
Besides the poems in the handout, I also read others from Dragons & Rayguns. There was lively discussion afterward, with plenty of interesting questions.
Here are some photos from that event (click on each to see it larger).
Many thanks to Al Hays for organizing this event. Wonderful audience, thank you.
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One of my favorite activities as Poet Laureate is to perform poetry with music.
I had that opportunity on 9 November 2024 as a featured poet for the Poetry in Motion event within the Mic Check Poetry Festival sponsored by Iowa City Poetry. The featured poets were Shayna "Akanke" Marie, Mister Aubs, Kelsey Bigelow, Vince Gotera, Donika Kelly, and Samm Yu. Music accompaniment to the poetry came from the Blake Shaw Trio jazz band. The emcee for the event was Caleb "The Negro Artist" Rainey.
Here is the flyer for the event (click on it to see it larger).
When it was my turn, I performed the poems "Gawain's Rap," "Letter to Bob Boynton, Music Prodigy," "Blues Channel, Northwest Airlines / Flying from Minneapolis to San Jose," and "Rock and Roll."
Here are some photos from that event (click on each to see it larger). First, my partner Renee and I; second, a photo of my performance.
Interestingly, the poem "Blues Channe, Northwest Airlines / Flying from Minneapolis to San Jose" was originally written for a poetry-plus-music event in San Jose in 1995, where poets performed with the Eddie Gale jazz band. So that poem has been performed with live music twice. Another interesting tidbit about that poem is that I actually wrote it while on the plane heading to that event. Here's that poem:
Blues Channel, Northwest Airlines
Flying from Minneapolis to San Jose
Son House. Sonny Boy Williamson. Sonny
Terry’s blues harp howling like
a wolf in a Georgia pine forest.
Freight train tunneling through California
redwoods. Red beans, rack of ribs
in a Kansas City firehouse. Hoochie
coochie man. Cajun catfish
with a mess of greens, okra, cornbread—
gumbo! Mumbo-jumbo, Muddy
Waters jamming with Memphis Slim
in a Mississippi roadhouse. Piano
keys plinking and clunking hot
as tar sizzling. Chicago rooftop.
Guitar chunking heavy as an aircraft
carrier, dreadnought, juggernaut, not
like brandy snifters or cut crystal.
How long has this been going on?
They call it Stormy Monday. How long,
sweet Mama, how long? Boom boom boom boom.
Bass drum, tom-tom, high hat, snare.
Brown hair, blonde hair, redhead, black
dreadlocks flowing like weary blues.
Robert Johnson. Langston Hughes.
Summerhouse, whorehouse, smokehouse blues.
—Vince Gotera, first appeared in Phoebe (1996).
Poetry in Motion was a really wonderful, memorable event, with excellent poetry performances and an equally excellent jazz ensemble. Here's a video of the entire event:
Many thanks to Caleb Rainey for organizing this event. Along with Lisa Roberts of Iowa City Poetry.
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Another cherished activity I engage in as Iowa Poet Laureate is giving poetry lectures.
On 6 October 2024, I was honored to give the Mackin-Mailander Guest Lecture at Clarke University on the topic "An Asian American Poet on Race and Diaspora." Here is the flyer for the lecture (click on it to see it larger).
My lecture that afternoon was a tour throughout my career of poetry I've written and published on race, ethnicity, and the Philippine diaspora. It was a very enjoyable event with lively discussion afterwards, and then visiting with audience members who wanted their books signed. Fun as always! Here are some photos from that event (again, click on each to see it larger).
Here's the poem I was reading in that last photo above, where I'm showing slides of statues of the 1500s Philippine hero Lapu-Lapu.
Just War
Pale blonde sand glaring white into his eyes,
Lapu-Lapu stood on the beach with his tribesmen.
His wooden shield — a vertical rectangle rounded
at top and bottom, scalloped inward on the sides —
rested on a sinewy left arm, his lean legs slightly
spread, brown muscled chest rising, falling, softly.
Clenched in his right hand, his sharp kampilan,
a hefty metal sword with ornately carved hilt.
Tramping up the sand from rowboats beached
on a reef, los conquistadores labored in helmets
and breastplates, cutlasses drawn. In the lead,
Ferdinand Magellan, a dandy’s pointed beard,
sweat stinging his eyes in harsh tropical sun.
With a crash of wood and metal, like trees
falling under the typhoon’s wind and thunder,
the two met, swords arcing like lightning bolts.
Thrusts, parries . . . then Ferdinand’s eyes
opened wide a moment as Lapu-Lapu’s blade
swooped over his, an eagle diving from the sun.
The Spaniards turned, fled as Lapu-Lapu thrust
the severed head into the blue dome of sky.
Magellan’s vaunted circumnavigation: a lie.
Lapu-Lapu, brave brown defender, circumcised
that vainglorious invader’s ultimate round trip.
—Vince Gotera, first appeared in Pinoy Poetics (2004).
This poem dramatizes the killing of Magellan by the Filipino chieftain Lapu-Lapu during war, so that, as the poem says, Magellan never actually completed the circumnavigation of the world, though he is often credited with that feat. Just a little correction of history.
Many thanks to Professor Gina Burkart for organizing this event. She's a former colleague at the University of Northern Iowa, and it was a treat to see her again.
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