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I’m pleased to announce that my poetry video, Dialogue with Georgia O’Keeffe I: Chimney Rock was accepted into the 2020 Film and Video Poetry Symposium, in Los Angeles, California. Thanks to my creative team, Jack Rabbit Hollow Productions.
Wonderworld: The Valley of Lost Souls
A SyFy techno-thriller about time, space, and the enduring truth of love-by Patricia L. Meek.
The White Rabbit: A.I. Art by Patricia L. Meek.
“No one anticipated how many virtual adventurers would resonate with the Victorian tale of a young girl who falls down a rabbit hole and enters a fanciful dis-reality about time. Five hundred million members have docked at our VR ports, paid their data coin, and have slid down the rabbit hole into Wonderworld.”
–Alyson Keane, world builder, and creator of Wonderworld. From Wonderworld: The Valley of Lost Souls, a novel by Patricia L. Meek, seeking representation.
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Excited to announce that A DIALOGUE WITH GEORGIA O’KEEFFE lll: THE SIMPLE TRUTH OF LIGHT has been selected for the 2022 Monologues & Poetry International Film Fest. Thank you to my creative team, Circling Hawk Productions, and to Morgan Velasquez!!!
The 2022 Monologues & Poetry International Film Fest is pleased to provide a platform for word-based solid performances with the skillful expression of thoughts, emotions, feelings, anxieties, or humor.
Monologues & Poetry International is offering two screening events; a Limited Live Screening event will take place at the Mira Theater Guild in Vallejo, CA, on December 10th, 2022; with a 2-day screening lineup taking place at the Online Private Event on Saturday and Sunday, December 17th & 18th.
https://www.monologuesinternational.com
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Pleased to announce the publication of my poem, “Weather,” included in the anthology Level Land: Poems For and About the I35 Corridor by Craig Hill and Todd Fuller. For sale on November 1st, 2022.
I’m honored and excited to be part of this collection. Get your copy on November 1, 2022 by clicking on the link.
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Meet the characters of Wonderworld: Valley of Lost Souls-seeking representation.
“The Queen Mother peers at the bird with her splendid and awful countenance. She smiles, and her teeth are like perfect pearls. When she turns to gaze upon me again, her pupils split wide, revealing her yellow-green snake eyes. She is an alien, the Anu Monarch AbysssX, mistress of Multiverses. I lower my gaze, harboring disdain for my cowardice. I have no choice. I have heard the rumors she can turn one to stone,” Ryone Roberts.
Patricia L. Meek from Wonderworld: The Valley of Lost Souls. (All A.I. Artwork By Patricia L. Meek).
“I saw a brown-eyed girl with blue rings around her irises like rings around a distant planet that felt like home.”
Ryone Roberts: From Wonderworld: The Valley of Lost Souls by Patricia L Meek.
“Uli is the protector of this planet. She is creation and destruction, a force to be reckoned with,” Queen Mother AbysssX to Ryone Roberts.
“I met Ryone Roberts, who is different enough to be intriguing. If anyone is a hybrid-alien, it would have to be him. “
Alyson Keane, from Wonderworld: The Valley of Lost Souls.
“I need a Wetware hacker, and Traceson is the best.” Alyson Keane.
“Marika’s face floats in the window above her text. She is a beauty with her curly auburn-cherry hair, coco lowlights, and latte-toned skin. I asked her to be discreet in our communication as it is a small town, and I’d like to keep my comings and goings as private as possible.”
Alyson, in Wonderworld: The Valley of Lost Souls.
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A.I. ART for Wonderworld
Here are my first A.I. generated images for my new novel, Wonderworld: A Valley of Lost Souls
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Video Release: “A Dialogue with Georgia O’Keefe III: The Simple Truth of Light.” Released on my mother’s, Belinda V. Meek, Memorial. Memorial Day Weekend, 2022.
This poem first published by Glint Journal
https://glintjournal.wordpress.com/glint-11-poetry-patricia-meek/
Special Thanks to my new creative team, Circling Hawk Productions
Voice: Morgan Velasquez from Jack Rabbit Hollow Productions.
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My poem, “The Juvenile Bear with Gold Earrings,” is now out! Doubly Mad Journal. Summer, 2021.
https://doublymad.org/Doubly-Mad-Journal
THE JUVENILE BEAR WITH GOLD EARRINGS
I.
We
leave strips of trimmed fat
from our pork loins,
along with a discarded Yukon Gold,
laden with generous pats
of sweet cream, salted butter,
and bacon crumbles as we
flee the ashen rain at The Timbers.
The Juvenile Bear with a yellow tag in each ear
swipes the loaded potato
with the skillful agility of a major
league catcher.
Padded paws like mitts, no bone
china is broken.
II.
Poor men scavenge
harvested dirt rows the week before,
gleaning what the Spudnik had not pulled.
Flour sacks heavy with worry and coup,
their tongues click on about the measure of their dogs,
their chickens and their children.
They lift furtive glances toward the red rim
of a distant forest fire that has driven
the bears down the mountain and wonder when
the ferocious raiders will return.
On the dawn of a different day,
a frenzy of hungry bears tore open the belly
of a lame cow. Now shotguns are always loaded,
close at hand, in dusty Ford pickup trucks.
Poor men know what to do with thieves.
III.
The chief chef from Guadalajara at The Timbers
presses his palm against the blade’s back,
opens the tuber as fresh as manioc.
There’s a photo inside his
flaked-leather wallet
of his forever-little-girl
whom he hears is all grown up in Mexico.
There’s talk in the kitchen
of a twelve-year-old whose calf was split open
on the wooded trail just above the tree line
by a mother bear.
The child survived.
Gracias a Dios.
The protective bear.
Dispuesto.
This chef knows survival is the reason he cooks in America.
IV.
A blaze roars in the river stone fireplace
at The Timbers. Crystal water glasses shine
in this warmth. Four inches less snow
this season, hardly worth the price of air.
Seconds before, we were driven
in by the sudden occurrence
of frozen rain. It slashes at the blue
umbrellas.
There’s a sinking into the pleasures
of the hearth, a return to comfort
and the deserved luxury
of buttering warm bread and tipping back wine.
A child’s gleeful alarm shatters this settling.
“Mommy, look. It’s a bear with gold earrings!”
We crowd the windowpane,
admire the brown beauty’s youthful.
agility, a circus performance, a major leaguer
complete with a yellow tag in each ear.
We snapchat smartphone photographs,
take video with the latest generation
of Cinematix apps, and post on our Facebook Live.
Dancing from plate to plate,
the bear devours what is left of our fled feast.
We recognize its utter devotion to pleasure
and its risk of being labeled “bad bear.”
“Without his mother
he no longer remembers
how to be wild,” says
the chef, who’s emerged from
his kitchen to check on the commotion.
“One more tag and he’ll be shot.”
Waitstaff in crisp white uniforms
clap and stomp the bear back
down wet, wooden stairs
where it’s taken residence under the deck.
V.
The bear retreats, but is drawn by the smell
of French fries, burgers, and ketchup as sweet as honey.
Driven by hunger and insatiable desire,
it charges blindly up slippery stairs
where the memory of butter, pork, and potato
glisters brighter than gold and fire.
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“Don’t Take this Personally.” Four new poetry publications in Brief Wilderness–the space between.
https://briefwilderness.com/2021/03/19/dont-take-this-personally-by-patricia-l-meek/
BREATHE
I drove a hundred miles in the rain to see the earth breathe.
I drove a hundred miles
in the rain to see
the earth breathe.
In that moment
in the woods,
when the rain had turned the path into what looked like wet ashes,
I met myself meeting God.
I stood ankle-deep in wet ashes barefoot.
I drove a hundred miles in the rain to meet myself meeting God.
In that single moment in the rain,
I saw the earth breathe.
My feet were bare. I was cold.
I held on tight to a cypress knee.
I was barefoot when the entire planet inhaled.
In that breath,
in that breath
I knew
I was alive.
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Pleased to announce that my poem, “Juvenile Bear with Gold Earrings,” has been accepted for publication in Doubly Mad Journal. Out this June, 2021.
Dear Patricia,
We don’t normally respond so quickly to contributors, but we knew immediately that we wanted to include “The Juvenile Bear With Gold Earrings” in the upcoming issue of Doubly Mad, due out in June, 2021! Over the last few years, an amazing amount of poetry has come our way, and we often have a very hard time making our selections–but occasionally, it’s a no-contest.
Thank you again for sharing this work with us. We are very excited to learn about your poetry! (We took a glance at your website and read your piece on O’Keefe–it is excellent!)
Looking forward to hearing from you,
William Welch
Doubly Mad is a biannual literary and visual arts journal published by The Other Side of Utica, Inc. with support through granting organizations and our readers. Our aim is to publish excellent poetry, fiction, essays and visual art, with an emphasis on people working and living in Central New York, though not to the exclusion of our neighbors throughout the U.S. and around the world
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