To open our conversation on the word cousins, both Norma and I shared poems … Extended Family Distance, time, and the well-protected elephant withered branches from the family tree. Facebook with […]
In the fall of 2012, my siblings and I sold our family farm. The three of us got to be together, in person, for this spectacular shift in all our […]
How tall can you make something that stands up on its own? I hope all my writing stands in some way. Stands out. Stands the test of time. Stands for […]
I shrieked with delight when I turned to today’s prompt in 365: A Daily Creativity Journal. Write a haiku! That’s in my word-ly, poetic comfort zone. (Plus bonus points for illustration.) […]
This one was easy! For the past year, I have been relaxing into my place as teacher, motivator, coach, mentor for writers. So when Noah Scalin’s book directed me to […]
“Make a path for people to follow and invite people to try it out.” I invite you to try this path … not just to read my meandering message, but […]
This day’s “make something” assignment was to create a disguise. I’ve already created a mask of words, and I’ve played with camouflage twice (and this is just 29 days into […]
Today’s assignment was to create something inspired by a recent dream. I dream all the time. Vivid, crazy, usually memorable dreams. And yet, on this day, I had that feeling […]
At last! Three weeks into the year of making things, I encountered a storytelling assignment. “Write a ten-word love story,” prompts Noah Scalin in 365: A Daily Creativity Journal. I […]
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 […]
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 […]
I broke out the Haikubes for today’s poem. These words assembled themselves quickly. I must be feeling small and grateful …
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 […]
warm at last kids blow bubbles while grown-ups pull start mowers and light grills
I call each morning so he gets up on time while mama snoozes on
Beth Nyland 