Originally posted on Laura Kauffman:
Watch: it always comes right when you expect it least. The light slants, enchants; your spirit, wakening, hums and rouses the sleeping beast.
POEM: Motivation (Hope*writer Challenge Day 8)
It strikes me now as I sit down to write some ill-tempered thoughts about motivation that blood is dripping from my knuckles
POEM: Word Count (Hope*writer Challenge Day 5)
pour out liquid words
POEM: Idea (Hope*writer Challenge Day 4)
Perhaps it was the way I sat there – hands alert over laptop keys as birds welcomed in the first morning light – that finally drove inspiration away.
RESOURCE: A Poetry Writing Practice for Students (free)
In just a few hours, I get to talk with 30 girls about writing poetry. So this day is pretty much a win. The American Heritage Girls group needs their “writer badge,” so I get to share some poems and talk about how great it is to play with words.
The Cost of Poetry
I should be writing. The literary trifecta are in reach: laptop, coffee, Annie Dillard books. But even so, I can’t stop watching the breeze play with the steam off my coffee. It’s mesmerizing, like a hands-on lava lamp. Just as the sunlight catches the swirls, they vanish. Diffused. It’s normal and romantic, ethereal and earthy. … Read More
POEM: This Woman
*written for the women of the Franklin County CATCH Court, and for their patron saint in Luke 7
POEM: Little Children
Your tears expose my weakness, not yours.
POEM: Paying Attention Is A Form of Prayer
The mist only stays On the pond for a minute. We didn’t miss it. *title credit to a sentence I found carved in a tree at Fontenelle Forest in the plains of Nebraska
POEM: Office Space
Drying basil leaves, hanging garlic, and green teas, line the pantry shelf above my desk and MAC screen. I write among the dead things.
