Wikipedia, my dearest friend. Thank you for this wonderful information about ducking. Rachel's Day 19 Poem: Love Letter to Jenny Pipes Morris, the last woman to be ducked Someone Else's Poem: Edna St. Vincent Millay's "Witch-Wife" Tomorrow I return to work after 5 days off. I'm kind of stressed about that. I got this postcard… Continue reading Day 19
This is the first day that I have really felt the poem not working. Not working at all. I'm not sure what happened, but I definitely didn't feel the spark today. Rachel's Day 18 Poem: To My Eight-Year-Old Son Who Hates Poetry Someone Else's Poem: Beth Ann Fennelly's "Because People Ask What My Daughter Will… Continue reading Day 18
Today's poem was an entirely random happening. I think I might try a second one. Rachel's Day 17 Poem: Letter to the Pig in a Bumblebee Costume Someone Else's Poem: Galway Kinnell's "The Bear"
It is 11:58 p.m. and I have just finished posting my Day 16 poem to the poetry forum. Talk about cutting it close. Our camping trip was a rainout after one night; we packed up this afternoon and trekked home. No bears, but the one night of camping was a good respite from real life.… Continue reading Day 16
By the time you read this, I will be on my way to relaxing in the woods. Last night, I heard what I hope will turn out to be incredibly good news. This is, more or less, a response to that news. Rachel's Day 15 Poem: Letter to Two Hearts Someone Else's Poem: Stephen Dunn's… Continue reading Day 15
This NaPoMo series has been pretty crazy. I think there will probably be a post sometime in May trying to evaluate the things I was writing about and what I learned about myself and life and everything else. But it's not May, so I'm not doing that today. Today's poem is kind of strange for… Continue reading Day 14
I got a prompt for today's poem from Big Tent Poetry, and the prompt is: Write a poem in which you pull a small object out of your mouth. I was really excited to try this poem. And I'm really excited about what came of it. I could begin to try to analyze all this… Continue reading Day 13
Yesterday was not a good day. I found out that my son's classmate lost her mother two weeks ago. Her mother was only 2 years older than me. I'd met her a few times at soccer games, birthday parties, all the regular stuff. She was nice. Of course her passing set me off on some… Continue reading Day 12
This morning I watched the news before work. Bad plan. Rachel's Day 11 Poem: Letter to Those Who Dogfight Someone Else's Poem: Lucille Clifton's "i am accused of tending to the past" Some days are hits and some days are misses.
Today I wrote two poems, which was exciting. In other news, today was the first day we grilled. We made chicken with vegetables, all marinated in delicious dressings. The weather was beautiful and clear. Now my hair smells like campfire. Speaking of which, I will be heading to Stokes State Forest next weekend for a… Continue reading Day 10