This is a course description for a poetry class I hope to offer this summer at Bellevue College.
Teen Poet: Dancing on the Razor’s Edge
Poetry is dangerous.
Postcard Poetry Project: Drones
This one goes out to Michelle Castleberry, and is best understood as a response to her fabulous poem, “The Gift.”
Drones
The night you stole the hives,
Postcard Poetry Project: “Frogging”
This month I join a slew of poets who will send a postcard a day with an original poem written on it. This one goes to Lenora Good.
In a Writing Rut? Steal from Another Author (but not really.)
I don’t know about you, but after years of writing, I notice that I get into a stylistic rut. As I have mentioned before on this blog,
Ekphrastic Poem–“Mountain (Relievo)” after Cris Brodahl
Mountain (Relievo)
And when you climb,
Anticipate the weight
Of the journey—
Rope,
Question For My Father, Who Lives Alone
Dad had a birthday today. “I never thought I’d live to 82,” he said.
“Dad,” I told him,
The Sweetness in Fearless Writing
“Some days I feel the ground shifting beneath me, the revelations bursting like fireworks over my head,” I wrote a few days into inviting the bogeyman of Dad’s mental illness onto my blog.
Living with Bogeymen
The day after I put my secret blog post together about the Children of Suicide, I got emotional backlash. I had thought I could write about other people’s trauma,
“Busty Sphinx” or “The Unique Gift of a Secret Blog”
Writing an anonymous blog during the years that I did unlocked me in ways I hadn’t expected. When you write as an occupation, you must concern yourself with markets and audiences,
Book Spine Poem
The challenge was to make a poem from book titles. I had a hard time getting the light right on the photo,