Blog, My Writing Challenges, Writing Challenges My 24-hour Crash-and-Burn and My 30/30 Project Hi friends! April is only a few short days away, and I want to share a little about what I’m committing to in my own…
Blog, Literary Scene, My Writing Challenges, Writing Challenges National Poetry Month Goals!! Hi everyone! I hope everyone was able to get out and enjoy the first day of spring a little bit yesterday. It was about…
Blog, My Writing Challenges “Failing” in the August 2014 Poetry Postcard Challenge: My Writing Process The rules of a Writing Challenge are never all that difficult: “Do [this] for [a certain number of days], and hold yourself accountable.” “If…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Anticipating Her Arrival I have asked my husband, What do you think she will look like? He frowns, and I know there is no answer. Not right…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Due Date The act is violent, the tearing open, the skin. I imagine bird claws, the talons, a wind breaking open between two buildings. The mouth,…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges I Am Running Out of Poems. And then I look to the fall trees, and I wonder if they ever think, “I am running out of leaves.” They probably do,…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Searching Tide Pools for Shore Crabs Crab is such an ugly word—the hard k, its suddenness. I’m steeped in these small pools, or perched on the surrounding rocks and sand,…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Garden Stems I go out into the world, looking for strawberries like the ones from my mother’s garden. They were small and firm, sweet but bitter,…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Untitled; An Accordion Yesterday, I spent the day sleeping away my life. It was peaceful, the blankets all clustered near the back porch door, and all the…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Collecting Horses I want to get back into drawing, the pencil in my hand, the thick charcoal under my nails. I keep collecting spare pieces of…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Memories You should know by now that we can’t go back. Not like this. Not back through the electric fence or past the sheep, dehydrated…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges A Lone Bluebird after a Storm A promise of something small—and the skin warms. August 13, 2014, MLT
