Click here for all the details of my brand-new January Write Together week-long session. I’d love to see you in the Zoom room. This past week I deleted a couple of no-longer-functional emails from my Poem of the Week subscriber list. As I was scrolling through the long list, addresses of passed-on friends flashed up … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Anni Liu
Click here for details and to register for this Thursday, November 17’s Memoir in Moments evening workshop and January’s Write Together week-long session – I’d love to see you in the Zoom room! Once, just out of college, I went to the movies with a friend. In the pocket of my jeans were nine dollars – a … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Ross Gay
Still room in tomorrow’s The Art of Writing Picture Books, Tuesday’s The Intuitive Leap and other workshops! Click here for all the details – I’d love to see you in the Zoom room. A while ago I was out doing errands, heading to places I haven’t been in a while: Turtle Bread Bakery, Great Harvest, the … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Robert Okaji
Ever wanted to write a picture book? Join me on Zoom next Sunday afternoon, November 6, for a nuts and bolts workshop on The Art of Writing Picture Books. Click here for details. I’d love to see you in this or one of my other workshops! All my life I’ve dreamed of flying. Just me … Continue reading Poem of the Week (excerpt), by me
I’d love to see you in my January “Write Together” session or one of my half-day workshops next month. Find all the details here. When I was young I felt desperate sometimes, desperate to escape my own grief, spiraling thoughts, panic, pain. Drugs aren’t something I’ve ever done but I understand the wild impulse to get … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Ellen Bass
Sign up here for one of November’s workshops: The Intuitive Leap, The Art of Writing Picture Books, Memoir in Moments. I’d love to see you in the Zoom room! The food shelf three blocks north is extremely busy these days. People trundle down the sidewalk with wheeled carts holding brown paper bags of food or load … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Ruth Awad
Please check out my half-day and Writing Together offerings – I’d love to see you in the Zoom room! A few days ago I was on the phone with my sister, telling her a true-life tale from a few months ago. She started laughing so hard she had a coughing fit (always my goal). Then she … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Dorianne Laux
Most great celebrations, like my daughter’s wedding last month, begin long before the celebration itself. Yards of cotton chosen years ago, to be turned into a quilt. Endless bottles of vodka turned into homemade gin, enough for 180 miniature party favors. Evenings with my daughter and a letterpress kit, hand-stamping each letter of each name … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Tony Hoagland
As a little kid I had a baby doll I loved and played with, but no Barbies – I hated them. They scared me. Maybe because they were so grownup-looking. Those big boobs, the feet permanently stuck in a pointing-down position. I didn’t want big boobs, high heels, fancy clothes. Ken creeped me out too … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Ron Koertge
A long time ago, one of the men from my writing class at the Minnesota AIDS Project, a beautiful writer whose memoirs I still keep in a “Favorites” file, invited us all over to his house for a potluck dinner. I remember he was lying on the couch when we arrived. He hadn’t felt well … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Gerald Stern
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Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Alison McGhee 