As solitary as writing can be, we also long for folks who think somewhat like us.
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Images
“Picture this…” a friend begins to set a scene in your mind. As you listen, they build up the setting.
Horror
I’ve made it all the way to my 8th post without making a recommendation. Here be my first…
Grammar
Shall we take a short deviation from grammar? NO. There are some folks who think grammar is unnecessary and stifling. I’ll tell you (IMHO) that it is as important as ever.
Cycles
We’ve lost momentum and really don’t know where to pick it up again. I’ve been in that mode. While at times we do need to step away and let our subconscious work, don’t get stuck.
Amazed
My distinction as ArtRoot Writer-in-Residence #19 follows in the penciled furrows of notable authors and poets. I am amazed at the support and faith of the creative community in Racine and Kenosha.
#25: A note to Racine
This post marks my last as Racine’s writer in residence. The past six months have provided a point of connection through poetry, to Racine and to others. The position has also offered me an opportunity to care for my own writing, to give it time and attention. I sought to use the writer-in-residence designation as…
#24: Table reflections
I continue to wrap up my residency by sharing some of my own writing produced in response to previous prompts I’ve offered over the last six months. While I imagined sharing multiple pieces this week, I instead have one to share. But it’s one I really like—at least right now. This poem came out of…
#23: Inhabiting and observing
After weeks (months) of offering prompts related to finding bits of poetry in our daily lives across Racine County, I shared last week I intend to offer some of my own writing in response as near the end of my residency. This week I share with you a few poems I’ve written in response to…
#22: Aliveness
My favorite poems are the ones that make the most ordinary things of life seem like the most special, noteworthy, extravagant. There’s something that really shocks me, every time, about a poem that takes the simple things—eating an orange, the interior of an apartment, a conversation over dinner, a walk along the river—and makes them…