Over time, I imagine, I strike some kind of strange balance, but it makes it really difficult to know who I am. I have trouble seeing the “both-and.” I have trouble seeing the multitudes contained as part of a cohesive whole.
People either love prompts or they hate ’em. I’m clearly a big fan. I’ve been using, writing and sharing prompts like these since my earliest days networking online. And here are nearly 30 links to hundreds of poetry prompts online!
Since I’m working on my blog this month — and since I have been writing and sharing poetry prompts my whole life as a poet online — I decided to pull some of the poems I’ve read recently together with the poetry prompts / writing assignments they’re generating. It’s something I’d like to do regularly. So here’s the possibly first list of many: 3 poems inspiring me right now to write!
It’s important to find happiness and satisfaction in poetry activities that do not revolve around notices of acceptance. Here are 7 ways to cope (thrive, even!) when you get stuck thinking in terms of success and failure. As a bonus, they make you both a better poet and a better literary citizen.
It’s easy to believe that loss is what makes us who we are. But when I consider the kindness and generosity people have shared with me, my body feels different. What if I could trace light as the through thread?
What’s sticking with me post-hike is what’s left: the tracks, the station and a few poles presumably for electricity. It has me thinking about how we’re connected to one another and to wilderness and how being connected to one another is its own magnificent — and treacherous — wilderness.
On my fridge, I have a photo of my son from 13 or 14 years ago holding a baby chick. He’s seated in a chicken coop, cupped hands like a nest. Small as he is, the chick is even smaller. I read on his face a budding capacity for wonder and gratitude. This creature is so precious, and I have the chance to hold it. *I* do. *Me.*