POETRY PROMPT / I break down Suzanne Grove’s “Northern Florida, Thirteen” as a source of inspiration for your own poem about where you were (and who you were) when you were 13.
POETRY PROMPT / I break down Barbara Crooker’s “Field With Wheat Stacks” as a source of inspiration for your own poem about a painting and share some personal notes on ekphrasis.
POETRY PROMPT / I break down Sarah Dickenson Snyder’s “Ecosystem” as a source of inspiration for your own poem that may seem to be about an animal but ends up offering so much more.
It’s funny what prior versions of ourselves think and do. Mine not only prayed to the god of sticky dough and wooden spoons but also had very specific ideas of what it was going to mean to be a poet in 2020.
A love poem for the conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn. Started out with the winter solstice. Ended up in the bedroom. Ooops!
Even the solstice is a trick, using its promise of light as a Trojan horse to sneak in winter. My own belly is full of potatoes. In quarantine, I’ve been perfecting home fries and counting blessings.
I have no idea where the capacity to drop down into things went, or why it decided to return, but it *is* returning. The “read 100 poems in 12-ish months” effort is accelerating it, for sure. Coming back to the joyful, careful reading of poetry books — and taking time to make some personal notes about each — is helping me find my voice again.