Sherry: Linda, I am so happy to be
chatting with you. Give us a snapshot of the poet at home, won’t you? Tell us
where you live, with whom you share your life, and don’t forget any fur
critters!
Linda:
The pleasure is all mine Sherry. I am so honored to be a part of this thriving
community of writers. For the last 21 years, my husband, Pete (AKA my Big
Viking) and I have made Mesa, Arizona our home. The summers are brutal, but
when everyone else is shoveling snow, we are enjoying the sunshine and cooler
weather.
I love nature, and all throughout the year I see a variety outside the
window of my writing room. In the summertime, it is not unusual for us to have
an entire flock of peach-faced lovebirds around our feeders. They are not
native to Arizona. Local legend has it they escaped from an aviary and thrived
here because the climate is like Africa’s, where they are from.
Lovebirds at the feeder
Sherry: I would love to have visits from such exotic birds! How wonderful.
Pete and Bubba
Linda: We live with a 13 year old chihuahua
terrier mix named Ricky Bobby McGee, affectionately known as “Bubba”, a rescue
my daughter found in Houston, Texas. I had her put him on a plane and send him
to me. This little guy has quite a story on his own, and one I wrote about early
on in my short story, “The Heart Thief.” He is my constant companion since I no
longer work.
Sherry: The heart thief indeed. What a wonderful story. As it turned out, he was there to help you through the loss of your elderly dogs, and beyond. What a sweetheart he is.
Where did you grow up, Linda?
Would you tell us a bit about your childhood?
When you look back, are there contributing factors that you feel led you
to becoming a writer? (You have an amazing family history, I checked out your
About page. You must have had an amazing childhood!)
Linda:
Wow. Well, there is always a lot more to stories than we tell. I was born in Houston,
Texas on Oct.1st in Hermann Hospital. When I was little, my dad would tease me
and say that I was not born in Hermann hospital, but rather at the Hermann Park
Zoo, which was across the street from the hospital. My dad was famous for
cracking jokes.
What I know about his side of the family
comes from different sources. You see, my mom and dad divorced when I was two
and from that point on, his presence in my life was sporadic. There was a time
I resented him for not being more of a father, but I came to forgive him and
love him for who he was. He was an artist and dreamer, and an intelligent guy.
But he had the soul of a gypsy, always wandering.
My grandmother was a blues
singer, and what I know of her story is sketchy. There was a time she left my grandfather
for a mobster in Florida, but returned home when my grandfather became ill.
The Contortionist
Sherry: You have the makings of an amazing memoir here!
Linda: My
grandfather was the contortionist; he could put his head between his legs and
get his wallet out of his back pocket with his teeth. I have an old photo which
I am sharing here. In the photo, he wears clown makeup. Grandpa is posing on a
chair, bent almost in half.
Sherry: Oh my goodness, this is our first contortionist at Poets United. Every single poet I interview always has the most AMAZING story. I am totally hooked; this is why I love my job so much.
Linda: Old acquaintances told me he performed before the
King of England at one time. He would put a chair on top of 4 heavy glass vases
(one for each leg) and do his act. I am the owner of the only surviving vase.
My one and only memory of him is not pleasant. I was visiting them, and my
grandmother went outside to hang clothes. I was a tiny stick of a girl, and my
grandfather came into the kitchen, took out a knife, and cornered me. I
remember the feel of the sharp cold kitchen cabine handles against my back.
Because I was skinny and agile, I slipped between his legs and ran out the back
door. In hindsight, he must have had dementia.
Sherry: Heavens! How terrifying!
Linda: In essence, I grew up surrounded by my
mother and her family. My mother did remarry, but that in and of itself is yet
another story. We grew up poor, but I never went hungry in my mother’s house.
It was only when I visited my father that food was scarce.
I do believe my childhood and my early
adulthood prepared me for writing. I have faced some heart wrenching challenges
throughout my life. It’s built character, strength, and resilience.
Sherry: Yes, it does build character - it is an amazing journey. When did you begin
writing, Linda? Was it poetry or prose at first? And when did you write your
first poem?
Linda:
I began writing in my early twenties, keeping journals. There were a lot of hit
and miss entries when I look back on them. I would go months not writing
anything and then get a renewed passion and begin again. Those were turbulent
years of my life. I always felt I was different from others. I wrote my first
poem on November 5, 1985. It is on my blog and the title is "Images". I have included it here.
Imagine-
You and I entwined
in another world
Where only moments exist in our minds,
And we must reach out and grasp
or never find
What we are searching for.
Imagine-
You and I alone
in a room
With no walls
Where only we exist.
Would you respond to my plaintive calls
Or would you
Turn
and walk away
into nothingness?
Imagine-
You and I engulfed
in a deep blue sea
Where only emotions
Provoke the waters
Would you send waves
Crashing about our bodies
Willing us to survive
and stay alive
or would we drown in the
still
waters?
Sherry: A wonderfully depth-full first poem. What do you love about poetry?
Linda:
What I love the most about poetry is that when I write, I lose myself. Nothing
else matters, but the words I am putting on paper at that moment. I am
completely present and immersed in my writing.
I write with a 9MM lead pencil and blank white paper- no lines, no
tablets, no notebooks but for taking brief notes.
When I was a career woman, I
wrote on lined legal pads and to this day, I can’t abide them. I associate them
with a time when I was not being true to myself, but rather doing what I had to
do to make a living. Don’t get me wrong, I had a very lucrative career, and I
was an excellent leader, but I am one of those artistic people, born to create.
When I told my dad what I was doing, he said “Of course you’re an artist. I’m
an artist, your grandmother was an artist and so was your grandfather.”
Sherry: And he was right. What are your thoughts on form
versus free verse? Which do you prefer and why?
Linda:
I like both. There are times when a poem I am working on screams for stream of
consciousness writing, which to me, is free verse. It is at those moments when
I let the words spill as they come, then worry about breaks, etc afterwards.
When I started my blog, I had no idea there were so many forms of poetry! An
entire world opened up for me to explore, and I continue to do so.
I love the
challenge of attempting a new form, and while I may never master it, I will put
effort into the finished piece. When I do
write form poetry, one of my favorite forms is the Pantoum, which is tricky. I
am left handed, and as such I sometimes struggle with sequences and patterns.
One of the tools that helps me with writing a Pantoum is a blank template I
found online that I print out and use to this day. Here is the link if anyone
is interested.
Sherry: The pantoum is one of my favourite forms. I find them oddly easy, compared to some other forms. I love your poem “Writing In
Prisms” and would like to include it here, if I may:
Sun dogs and moon bows
Crystal Prisms and rainbows
Relieved of any constrictions
Lay their colors upon my soul
While I, within creative throes
Of writing with utter conviction
Crystal Prisms and rainbows
Relieved of any constrictions
Lay their colors upon my soul
While I, within creative throes
Of writing with utter conviction
They fill my mind with colors
That bounce around my head
As I write to feed a hopeful heart
With love and endless wonder
Washed in fractal prisms, I see
God is love is God is prose is art
They paint a landscape I behold
My pen on paper, composing
Seizing these miraculous moments
Grasping elusive prisms of light
Before, as storm clouds lurk
To deliver the night’s lament
My pen on paper, composing
Seizing these miraculous moments
Grasping elusive prisms of light
Before, as storm clouds lurk
To deliver the night’s lament
I put down my pen once again
Satisfied with what I write
Capturing poetic prism words
While thoughts in tinted light
Shimmering within my head
Soar as free as vibrant birds
Satisfied with what I write
Capturing poetic prism words
While thoughts in tinted light
Shimmering within my head
Soar as free as vibrant birds
Sherry: I love those words, "soaring as
free as vibrant birds". And I resonate so much with “I write to feed a hopeful
heart.” Me, too.
Do you have two other poems you would like to share with us?
And tell us a bit about each?
Bedeviled by your wicked eyes
That haunt me in the lonely night
Although I know they’re filled with lies
Your shining charisma I cannot fight.
Like a moth drawn to a burning candle
Fiery hot, I move even nearer
A wanting within I cannot handle
Your intent, made perfectly clear.
So I jump into the flickering fire
My poor heart is no longer mine
And as I give in to luscious desire
I know I’ve crossed over the line.
No turning back from this place
Filled with hot limbs and wet kisses
My thudding heart continues to race
Once imagined, are now my blisses.
In this poem, I am starting to explore
passion, desire, and sexuality. I enjoy writing about these emotions; I have
been told I do it well.
Sherry: You do, indeed. I have learned you
are an artist as well as a poet, Linda. Tell us about your art – when you began
painting, the medium you prefer. Is there
difference or similarity in the way you feel when you complete a painting or
finish writing a poem?
Self-Portrait 1995
Linda:
I started drawing when I was a young girl, pencil drawings. My dad taught me
how to draw a tree, a log cabin, a scene in the woods. He passed on his love of
nature to me.
In 1975, my mother gave me a set of
oils, brushes, and canvasses for Christmas. I took a couple of painting classes
and enjoyed it. I’ll never forget one landscape I painted of a bear in a stream
catching salmon. It was so rough and in the end the bear looked like it was
laughing!
Over the years, I have taken various art
classes- pottery, acrylics, pastels. And all the while I was holding down
various jobs. But it is hard for me to do both- my brain functions in a
different manner. I am not one of those people who switches gears and is able
to jump from crunching numbers or leading people to writing poetry. Now, in my
later years, I do what I can to honor that creative space and help it thrive.
In the early 2000’s, I began designing
birdhouses and my husband, a skilled carpenter, built them. I used them as a
canvas for my art. At one point, we put them for sale in a gallery in Sedona,
AZ and a gallery in Tubac, AZ. In November 2002, they were in Phoenix Home
& Garden magazine in an article about local artists. Working and everyday
life soon took precedence and my art took a backseat.
Sherry: I love your birdhouses! They are so cool!
Linda: What I discovered during my forays into
various forms of art is I am able to do them and succeed. And while I enjoy
them from time to time, my greatest passion and joy comes from writing.
Sherry: And we benefit from reading your poems, so we are happy that you write! When did you come to the
blogging world, and how has it impacted your work?
Linda: On February 3, 2017, I ended a satisfying
career in retail. I had reached my goal of becoming a Vice President, and I had
led people for many years. I believed in the philosophy of servant leadership.
My foundation for all those years are these words by Max Depree:
“The first responsibility of a Leader is
to define reality. The last is to say Thank You. In between, the leader is a
Servant.”
“The art of leadership, as Max says, is
“liberating people to do what is required of them in the most effective and
humane way possible.” Thus, the leader is the “servant” of his followers in
that he removes the obstacles that prevent them from doing their jobs.”- The
Art of Leadership.
So in essence, I was using my creative
abilities, but in a much different manner. After over 35+ years, I was mentally
drained and exhausted; I needed a change.
Those first few weeks, I rested, but I
knew I wanted to do something. I prayed and meditated a lot, seeking guidance.
A friend shared with me stories from a writer who used Wordpress for their
platform. I didn’t tell anyone (not even my husband), but I made a decision I
was going to write, put my words out into the world, and see what happened.
On
February 27, I wrote my first post on WP titled ‘Altered State,’ a piece on how
I was feeling at the time. I had 1 Like for that post. My husband came
home from work that day, and I told him-“I started a blog today- it’s called
Charmed Chaos. I’m going to write.” On February 28, I wrote 2 posts and each
had 3 likes. Nothing discouraged me, because I knew in my heart, ‘This is what
I am supposed to do.’
A few months later, I entered a writing
challenge on a blog, and much to my amazement, I won first place for my short
story. The day I found out I cried- it was June 2, 2017 and I had been writing
almost everyday for 4 months. My first published story came as a result of a
writer’s group I belong to on Facebook. I entered a contest, but this time I
did not win. My story caught the attention of one of the judges, and she asked
if she could use it in an anthology. Of course I said yes, and of course I
cried.
In June of this year, a publishing company came across my blog and asked
if I wanted to submit some of my work. I submitted, and as a result, one of my
stories is in Arizona’s Emerging Writers: An Anthology. When I recently
received the book in the mail, held it in my hands, and saw my name on the
Table of Contents page, I was so moved.
Unless you are a writer, I don’t think
people understand what that does to you. I am watching a series on PBS and just
last night a line was said that stuck in my head: “Fireworks only go off in the
author’s head.” What an apt description!
Sherry : Yes, there is nothing as satisfying as holding a book in one's hands, knowing our words are preserved for posterity. Well done, Linda!
What other activities do you
enjoy, when you aren’t writing or painting?
Linda: As I said earlier, I have a love of nature. I enjoy gardening, even here in the desert. I grow herbs, vegetables, roses, desert milkweed for the butterflies, and other flowers. It’s an amazing garden and I have shared photos from time to time on my blog.
Sherry: What a BEAUTIFUL garden! Wow!
Linda: As I said earlier, I have a love of nature. I enjoy gardening, even here in the desert. I grow herbs, vegetables, roses, desert milkweed for the butterflies, and other flowers. It’s an amazing garden and I have shared photos from time to time on my blog.
Sherry: What a BEAUTIFUL garden! Wow!
The Monarch Way Station plaque
with lovebirds feeding
Linda: Two years ago, my garden was deemed a
Monarch way station from MonarchWatch.org. so I grow plants that will
help sustain them.
I also love to cook and try new
recipes. A few years ago, I took cooking classes that were being offered at Le
Cordon Bleu, a cooking school in Scottsdale. I learned so much about technique
and enjoyed the classes.
I love animals and I spend all day
with my little dog. He sleeps on the chair behind my writing desk. My
husband says if I had my way and the HOA didn’t have any rules, I would have
every stray animal living with us, and he’s right.
And of course, as a writer, I read,
read, read. I may soon have to get another bookshelf just for books I haven’t
yet read, but want to!
Sherry: Your life sounds wonderfully rich and full. Your garden is sensational. I love that it is a Monarch way station! Is there anything you’d like to
say to Poets United?
Linda:
Although I have been blogging and writing for such a short time, I have learned
so much from this community. I enjoy the interaction with other writers, and
Poets United has been a wealth of information for me, and a platform to get
feedback on my poetry.
Thank you all!
Sherry: You are most welcome, and thank you, Linda, for this lovely visit. It is so nice to get to know you better. We look forward to reading your work in the months ahead.
Isn't it wonderful, learning more about our fellow poets, my friends? Do come back and see who we talk to next. Who knows? It might be you!
