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
Good morning! It's a beautiful Friday and we are back with our next installment of Evelyn-finds-something-neat-about-poetry-and-comes-to-share-it on The Rain-Drenched Writer! Or, as my dad would say, "Have you heard Evelyn's new poem? She didn't write a single word!" Well, I am sure we are all glad to be here. If you are new to these… Continue reading Of Books and Binders and Book Binder Poetry
I'm a writer, I'm a poet, I'm a chapter I've written. A character built out of nothing but my life and hands. They stain my pages because I bleed and wilt. I'm a writer, I'm a poet, I form worlds out of words and people out of trees. Watch me resurrect a dragon, a storm,… Continue reading i am a writer
Sometimes inspiration rises from the everyday happenings that feel so forlorn and bland. Everyone has a unique experience and while they might overlook common formalities: another dinner, another drive, another drag of school. They can all be captured. The art of the poet is to see the beauty in the commonplace; to encompass and package… Continue reading Ode To The Family’s 2003 Chrysler Town & Country Minivan
