There is something lovely about sitting in the grainy light of dusk and scribbling poetry in one's notebook, then sipping some fizzy fruit juice and tracing the gorgeous pictures in one's 1945 copy of John James Audubon's Birds of America. That was Wednesday evening. I sat and stared at empty pages, wrenching my brain to… Continue reading Found Poetry
This week I was struggling to write a poem for a class I'm taking and so I returned to the 50 cent copy of Emma I have abused for over a year now, and this was the product. When you are looking for inspiration, where do you go?
Last week everyone was invited to contribute a line of poetry for an exquisite corpse poem. Thanks to everyone who participated! Here is the resulting piece: No one talks about the sky.Elephants yawn at the inky sky,Color pulses behind their closed eyes.Rabbits are a gift from God.I'll give the moon a hug.A donkey brayed across… Continue reading Exquisite Corpse Poetry: The Poem Itself
Hello friends! I recently was introduced to the poetry game called The Exquisite Corpse. The basic idea is to form a collaborative poem that is written by multiple people without any idea what the previous lines hold or say. I have played the drawing version, in which players fold pieces of paper and sketch horrors… Continue reading You Are Invited: Exquisite Corpse Poetry
Recently I have had the delight of reading a new book on poetry, Poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge. My grandmother gave it to me for Christmas and, in trying to immerse myself with ideas and inspiration, I have started it. So here we go with another entry in the journal of Evelyn-finds-something-neat-about-poetry-and-comes-to-share-it. Today's topic: word… Continue reading Playing In Word Pools and Other Found Poetry
Tomorrow I march with my team into battle. It's hard to summarize the experience of a full day of competition (I spent thirty minutes trying to explain it to two team mates the other day starting with the moment you wake before dawn and with numb fingers put on your suit to the moment the… Continue reading Last Minute Musings of the Courtroom Poet
Shoes squish and splutter across the muddy grass-pressed bank. With every step my sockless toes are washed and sprayed like dirty dishes in the sink. The water squeezed back and forth recycling remnants of Mr. McDowell’s pond into a natural green clean machine. I feel that I can wiggle my toes inside their slobbering cases… Continue reading Returning From an Afternoon Swim {poetry}
Like a flock of startled birds flapping out their wings for flight umbrellas in the crowd open wide. They bob like bottles in a stream, colors catching eyes but secrets corked inside. The taxi drivers honk like geese & grab which fish they can, pluck one up then drag it off with squeals and round… Continue reading Traffic in the City
I have returned! Hither from a magical land of falafels, wedding cake, and cousins. I was told I should write a story about falafels gone wrong, but unfortunately, I was absent from the kitchen when the woeful event occurred and only heard tale of it later when I was asked to step out of the… Continue reading Why Kermit Is My New Best Friend + Looking On the Bright Side
As I work through The Roar on the Other Side this year (amazing book on poetry, 10/10 recommend) I've been learning all types of poetry schemes, methods, and tropes. Some of them are fairly simple while others seem nearly impossible. Such as writing a poem with twenty six words, each one starting with a different… Continue reading A Pocketful of Palindrome Poetry
