What is "Zagoosie"
It's a made-up word my children created
It was early summer, and I was lying on my back, staring up into the big blue sky on a lush green sports field here in New Zealand.
Gabriel, who is 13, was lying next to me. Rose, who is 8, was not far off staring at the clouds dancing in the blue.
“Let’s make a word”, I challenged them.
“Why?”
“For my new interactive poetry website,”
“What kind of word?” asked Rose, giggling some, her beautiful face cast in the golden evening sun.
“Something that sounds funny, honey,” I said with a grin.
“It should start with a Z and be something wild and free”, said my son, Gabriel, pretty seriously.
We played around some more. Trying this and trying that, until Rose said, “It should be Zagoosie.” She made it up; she pulled it right out of her hat.
So Zagoosie it was, and it always will be.
This is how it works. You give me the words.
And I set them free.
That’s the truth of it friends, that’s how we came up with the name. Here are the Zagoosie Poems created so far this year.
Dumb Chicken
Good People Still Give -
It Will Turn Your Cold Sausage Blue -