For National Poetry Month, I am writing poems inspired by Virginia Woolf’s Diary, Volume 3 1925-1930. For someone who longed for the pleasures of solitude, Virginia Woolf spent an awful lot of time in company. Her diary of spring and early summer 1925 details an apparently endless round of visits, dinners, and engagements, and it…
Before yesterday, I had never so much as heard of an etheree. I discovered it by reading Mary Lee Hahn’s lovely Gratitude poem, written for her April poetry challenge, The Flipside. Her post sent me to the original prompt from Liz Garton Scanlon. And I notice today that my friend Glenda Funk shares a bit…
This month, I’m tagging along with Christie, Margaret, Jone, Mary Lee, and other writers to play with poetry. I’ll be using haikubes, metaphor dice, magnet poetry, blackout poetry, spine poetry, found poetry, and anything else that catches my fancy, including paint chips! Lion’s Slumber Cat rests in the early morning sunSeeks warm gold in the…
