Full time poet, photographer, PorchChaser. Disabled USAF Veteran. Twin sis to TxStoryTeller. =]
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ALL POETRY AND VIDEOS (c) KARLA DORMAN
STORM ... CHASED! (2007)
The Bizzness of Storm IZ my business. All I know: my whole life revolves around them. Hunted/hunting; pursued/pursuing; their power alerts fears to level red, yet their beauty calls me out into the wind, inspires me to write, to capture them on film: this, the life of a chaser.
HOW I BECAME THE STORMSPINNER (2008)
Who knew I would become the StormSpinner. Bad clouds used to thunder me out of bed with their vivid flashes of lightning prophesying my imminent doom. Wanted to be a meteorologist but fear of storms drove me down the basement everytime it rained--- some brave weatherman I'd turn out to be. Forecast: Panic!! One blizzard, two indirect strikes from lightning, three (or was it four?) floods and the remnants of a Category Five Camille later, joined the service, moved to: Tornado Alley. And it's lived up to its name: six, now. All have been weak, but when the roof goes, does strength matter?? Once it's gone, puppy's gone. I don't have to chase: the storms find me. A day of disaster was my salvation: From ashy, tear-stained skies, poetry began to fall. No shelter to hide within. All I had: four walls of words and pictures to help me survive. Have been spinning storms since. I stall their forward progress one stanza, one image at a time, attempting to give the extended to end the fear, once and for all--- you're reading it, now.
Life in 'The Alley' (2007, revised, 2009)
The skies shaded in darkening hues of terror, clouds swollen. Pulsing ... the wind dies. All stilled before the chaos arrives. Where are the birds?? Red watch boxes issued; radars crank up, weathermen go on high alert, matching the high risk, dangerous situation building overhead. Spatterings of rain do not cut humidity, only enhance it; you can f e e l something wicked this way comes. Sirens wail warbeling tones; chasers converge on the storm; Civil Defense and cities in the path rise to the challenge. This, just another day of life in the Alley ...
RECIPE FOR DISASTER (c) 2009
You've heard of White Lightning. You haven't had anything yet until you taste StormSpinner's Homemade StormBrew. It will make you wish you had drunk a Hurricane, instead. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Take two parts sky, fold. Spray the pan liberally with CAPE. Add wind shear. Remove the CAP at the triple point of warm front/cold front/dryline. One drop of instability to make things pop. Add cauliflower towers of convection. Boil until the SPC issues a tornado watch, pour into heated drinking glasses. Garnish with chaser convergences. Drink until you howl. =]
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