Dear Campers, my poem and the link to Poetry Friday are below.
I am veering from our topic this round (which is: writing spaces/places—talking about our physical writing space and/or how we’re motivating ourselves to write) to share sad news.
Recently I learned a new word: felix culpa (FAY/FEE-liks KOOL/KUHL-pah). It means "An error or disaster that has fortunate consequences."
Still, it knocked me for a loop when, on August 30, 2021, the following floated into my inbox (an excerpt):
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My all-time favorite children's literature ezine, Bookology, which I urged all my students to subscribe to, published by Vicki and Steve Palmquist, has passed away.
I am bereft.
Vicki and Steve have had to make this difficult decision partly because Steve is dealing with a serious medical issue.
A GoFundMe page has been created by author and editor Lisa Bullard, who titles it, "Seeing Steve Palmquist Through Tough Times." On it she writes:
I urge you to read Candice Ransom's final column in Bookology titled Listening for Stories...a sample of the beautiful, hilarious, inspiring, gripping, mind-exploding stories and events that swam into subscribers' inboxes each week for seven years...for free.
But...wait!
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a possibility of BLUE SKIES ahead!
BREAKING NEWS: BOOKOLOGY NEWSLETTER IN ANOTHER FORM
Fantastic news!
Here's today's poem:
FUNERAL FOR A
MAGAZINE
by April Halprin Wayland
There will be no
casket—just a link,
and had you asked
it,
it would think you
were asking for the moon.
“It’s just,” you protest, “you are leaving us too soon.”
In the fall of 2016, the Palmquists had to end the publication of another marvelous ezine, Quercus, for which we paid just $20 per year.
I was dumbstuck.
I sent them the following:
Subject: ...but how will I...face the sun......or find a way through this book...without Quercus???
Dear Vicki and Steve,
Thank you.
For creating a marvel.
For clearing space
for the good stuff.
For writing and
fighting
for rights,
for mirrors,
for sunlight,
for windows.
Thank you for putting
so much
into such a small box
which made opening
email
a blessing.
With love, respect,
admiration ~
and for the knowledge
that your continued
reinvention
will be gifts to all of us.
I am learning that many crises in my life or in our world may, in the long run, turn out to be blessings. Bless you, Vicki and Steve!
And thank you, Denise, at Dare to Care for hosting Poetry Friday!
posted with sadness and hope by April Halprin Wayland (and a little help from our 9-month-old tortoises, Meredith & Derek)






