For National Poetry Month, I’m writing poems inspired by words, lines, or images in Virginia Woolf’s Diary. As she begins a new journal in February 1927, Woolf muses: Why another volume?. . . What is the purpose of them? L. taking up a volume the other day said Lord save him if I died first…
For National Poetry Month, I’m writing poems inspired by words, sentences, or ideas in Virginia Woolf’s Diary. For this poem, I borrowed the syllable count from a Tyburn (2 2 2 2 9 9) but not its rhyme structure (the two-syllable lines all rhyme and those words are all repeated as the 5th-8th syllables in…
For National Poetry Month, I’m writing poems inspired by Virginia Woolf’s Diary. The slow pace of my initial close reading has picked up, and now I am reading great chunks of the diary each day–and feeling fussy that I can’t find Volume 4 anywhere on my shelves. For some unknown reason, I have three copies…
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…
