Make Something: Small & “On Hand”
Yesterday marked the end of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), which means my 30-day poetry jag is over. That’s not to say I’m done writing poems; no way. But now […]
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Editing
you give it all you’ve got until you gave it all you had you put in all the words until there’s nothing left to add then you work with the […]
Grand God
I broke out the Haikubes for today’s poem. These words assembled themselves quickly. I must be feeling small and grateful …
Fresh Read
A new book! The title angles for attention. The spine longs to be cradled. The cover clamors to be lifted. The pages beg to be turned. The story craves the […]
Spring
warm at last kids blow bubbles while grown-ups pull start mowers and light grills
Teen Alarm
I call each morning so he gets up on time while mama snoozes on
Feisty Feline
our calico cat so lean and petite is trolling the house on white cotton feet heedless of odds and to our surprise she carries ‘round objects at least twice her […]
Musicians Love Play
As my grade-school-aged daughters came home from school today, the older one announced that today is Shakespeare’s birthday. She suggested I use that information with my business writing students during […]
Paws Alarm
four in the morning cat’s paws demand attention by kneading my arm
No News
I used to watch the news I admired those who shared it I even studied journalism To join with those who aired it But the news ain’t what I hoped […]
Tired Program
newscaster speaks three minutes at a time sleepy viewer misses whole stories jumbles others political scandal high school athletes natural disaster one segment or more? she blinks but sleep wins […]
Pardoned Poet
Yesterday I missed my date With a page of written words The kids were home The streets were flooding The whole day was a blur Poetry forgave me, though It’s […]
Zzzzzzzz
ass on couch feet propped up crackers in a dish wine in her cup children chatting in their beds two with each other one on the web mama doesn’t notice […]
Everything through Play
(I didn’t have much time for composing poetry today. But while teaching a business writing class at StoryStudio Chicago, I stole a few moments to play with a magnetic poetry […]
From Nerves to Curves
when I was anxious my belly was flat my chins were fewer my thighs weren’t fat now that I’m happy I’ve put on some weight my clothes may be tighter […]
Beth Nyland 