Day 2's poem is up at the PFFA, and it's a rough one - but I liked the idea. In other news: it's only Day 2, and I have already lost count of the number of cookies I've eaten (is it 3? or 4?). NaPoMo Day 2 Links: Rachel's Day 2 Poem: Census - today's… Continue reading NaPoMo 2013 – Day 2
Happy National Poetry Month! As in past years, I'm taking part in the poem-a-day writing challenge for the month of April, and this year, you can pledge a donation to keep me going! All donations will support The Bullycide Project, a theater group that presents stories from victims of bullying and their friends and family.… Continue reading NaPoMo 2013 – Day 1
So National Poetry Month is, like, totally a poet's version of Christmas. We decorate (for real, last year I hung poems on my office door), we talk poetry all month long to anyone who will listen, and we write a poem a day. Well, some of us do. Not me this year, but so many… Continue reading happy napomo!
It's here! The final day of National Poetry Month. And I succeeded in writing 30 poems (32, in fact), in 30 days. And while many of them require extensive revision, I don't think any of them are completely terrible. Rachel's Day 30 Poem: Love Letter to Hadrosaurus Foulkii, the State Dinosaur of New Jersey Someone… Continue reading Day 30
I wrote today's poem. It's entirely too personal to post, and so I will only say that it's about dying stars. Someone Else's Poem: Langston Hughes' "I, Too, Sing America" One more day of drafting, and then a break. Some other NaPoMo work to check out: Donna V is posting snippets of her drafts (and… Continue reading Day 29
Two more days. I have 30 poems written (most of which need heavy revision), so I could just stop right now. But I feel like that's cheating.I have been collecting prompts this week, too, storing them up for future writing sessions. But now, of course, I'm sort of wondering when those writing sessions might occur:… Continue reading Day 28
Operation: Rescue Señor Grackle is complete! The story is a funny one, which involves me wearing a sheet over my head and Donna brandishing a banker's box. Señor Grackle is now comfortably resting at the local wildlife refuge (which is not as local as it sounds....long winding road.) And then I wrote this thing, which… Continue reading Day 27