Weekly No Tellin’ Scribble Challenge, and last week’s winner


April isn’t really the cruelest month, it’s actually National Poetry Month. We should celebrate. Between the tornado sirens and the Arkansas River floodwaters, there needs to be some moment of peaceful, poetic delight. Otherwise, we would all sound just like ‘ol T. S. – and have you ever really heard him? Well, I don’t know many voices that can conjure up such large-scale depression. On with the delight, then.

The first exciting bit of news is that we have a winner in last week’s Scribble Challenge. Aedh’s poem “Tulips” wins hands down by following Cruelanimal’s lead a few weeks ago and scaring off the competition. Congratulations, Aedh! Be sure to copy/paste the coveted No Tellin’ Winner’s Blog Badge to your own blog. You’ve earned it.

This week’s Scribble Challenge needs to be something celebratory and April-y. And I’m convinced it should be poetry in some form or other, in Honor of National Poetry Month. Write about dancing. It can be anything from your first junior high dance to Britany Spears doing The Stumble. You can write about your high school prom or your first trip to a strip club. Hopefully they didn’t occur on the same night, but if they did, write about that too. Write about the ballet or the mosh pit, I don’t care. Surprise all of us. To get you rolling, I’ve included a couple of inspiring dance videos. Now, go make poems.

Weekly No Tellin’ Scribble Challenge, and last week’s winner


Stand back, ladies and gentlemen. We had three – count ’em three – entries in this week’s challenge! This is a real contest now. While the Viagra-ku entries were all equally stunning and sexually empowering, there can only be one winner.

Last week’s No Tellin’ Scribble Challenge winner is Tim author of the three-part Viagra-ku, ” A 70-year-old Man Attempts a Seduction.” Completely enchanting, Tim, and only a little disgusting. Congratulations! Copy/paste the award badge to your blog and let everyone know you’ve arrived.

This week’s challenge should be interesting because it has narrow parameters. This week, I challenge all of you to write a “Dear John” letter in fifty words or less. These can be cold or impassioned, handwritten or text-messaged, post-it noted or slung through a window tied around a rock. Give us a little scenario if it helps – the letter itself should not be over fifty words, but the scenario can be as long as you want.
Post your entry in the comments section or post a link to it from your own site. After last week’s 300% increase in entries, I’m understandably excited about this one.
Ready? Break!

Weekly No Tellin’ Scribble Challenge, and last week’s winner


Let me tell you a little story. A long time ago when my father was coaching track at Hendrix College and I was just a wee thing, there was a summer track and field program called the Cinder Kids. The name came from the red-dog cinder dust used on the track, back before there were painted lanes and such.

As the coach’s kid, I had to participate. At five, hopscotch was my event, and they mysteriously didn’t include it. I was a terrible runner. Really, really terrible. Daddy didn’t let that stop him from entering me in every single event that day. I ran. I perspired. I lost. Over and over and over. My knobby legs ached and I was covered to the waist in a thin film of red-dog cinder dust.

Because the officials gave out swanky medals to all first, second, and third place finishers in every event, there were a lot of kids out there swaggering around with highly decorated t-shirts. Everyone had at least one medal, but not me.

Then I heard my name over the PA system. “Monda Strange, please report to the officials’ tent immediately.” I dragged my dusty, losing self to the tent and there was Daddy, smiling like a crazy man.

“Hun, you go on over to the long jump pit. They’re just about to start. Hurry on, now.” And he winked.

I did what I was told, but I sure didn’t want to. I slogged my five year-old, no-medal, red-dog dusty self to a long jump pit made for grown people and got in line to lose. Somewhere out in the middle of the field I heard Daddy’s ear-piercing whistle, the kind coaches can do without even using their fingers because they’re all good like that. I saw him from far away point at me, then hold up three fingers. He whistled again.

It took me a minute, but I realized I was standing in the long jump line behind two other people. I was the third one entered. Shiny medals for first, second, and third place, and there were only three of us.

Needless to say, I took the bronze that day.

I’m telling this long-winded story to illustrate the nature of competition as it relates to the First Ever No Tellin‘ Scribble Challenge. One entry, one winner. In all probability, Cruelanimal scared off the competition with his stunning poem. It’s difficult to stand in the shadow of such fine literature.

Way to clear a room, Cruelanimal, and congratulations! Don’t forget to pick up your award by right clicking on the picture, and copy/pasting it onto your own blog as proof of your creative superiority! Add it to your vita!

You’d think that such a slim turnout on the first No Tellin‘ Scribble Challenge would deter me from continuing. Hell no. I’m a hopeful kind of gal and this is Spring Break. So sharpen your pencils and find some scratch paper.

This week’s scribble challenge is inspired by a favorite site of mine, The Spam Haiku Archive. Go ahead, click on the link. The next time you look up, you’ll have lost three hours reading Spamku. It’s fun, it’s easy, it’s 19,000 haiku about potted meat.

Writing a haiku is simple – one five-syllable line, one seven-syllable line, and another five syllable line. Three rhymeless lines. With a nod to Spamku, I challenge you all to write a haiku about Viagra. I’m serious.

Write a Viagraku.

This week’s winner will, of course, earn the right to sport the No Tellin‘ Scribble Challenge badge on their blog. So enter often and don’t be too disgusting. The challenge ends Friday night, and I’ll announce the winner on Saturday.

Tally ho, poets!

First Weekly No Tellin’ Scribble Challenge


I’m just full of ideas today. Yesterday I challenged my creative writing students to come up with odd titles to inspire us in class. The titles are trickling in and I decided to post a few of my own. I went completely blank.

That happens sometimes, especially when I’m grading papers. Then I remembered Crazy Texas Mommy ( a blog you simply shouldn’t miss) and her recent unpleasantness with mysterious blog visitors. That made me look at my blog stats and voila – there were my titles.

When folks stumble upon this blog, they generally do so by putting a string of words into a Google search. While they’re usually looking for something other than my blog, sometimes they stop by anyway. My blog stats handily give me a list of terms and strings of words they used to find me. Here are my favorites:
  1. Is Brandy a trashy name?
  2. jello salad recipe for funerals
  3. ACT test poems
  4. pageant hair
  5. fuck southern women
  6. side dishes with turducken
  7. missing pin in a jumperoo
  8. poems telling someone you hate them
  9. If there’s just one piece of advice I could give you
  10. Miss America lipstick pageant
So the challenge is this: write something using one of my searches and post it in today’s comments. It can be anything, really – a poem, a rant, a story, a twisted memory, a bad country song lyric. I’ll even invite rap lyrics because I can’t imagine NOT doing it. Use one as a line or a title. Or don’t and surprise me. You dream it up, post it by next Friday, and I’ll announce a winner on Saturday.

The winner will receive no monetary prize because, well, it’s awfully close to tax time. Instead, the challenge winner will receive a gorgeous blog badge (see above) that tells the entire electronic world what a stunning writer they are. With an award like that on your blog, you’re almost assured instant literary success, an expanding fan-base, and a ticker-tape love life. It could happen.

Enter as many times as you like. Tell all your friends. Take the challenge.