Sometimes the best writing I’ve done comes from the worst instances in my life. Personal instances, actually. When my father became ill, I became prolific at writing poetry. There’s so much emotion swirling in your head when you’re seeing the mortality of one of your parents and you’re helpless to stop or even slow down… Read More Writing About the Shadows
It’s inevitable, isn’t it? We start writing poetry, get a few published pieces in our columns, then decide it’s time for a manuscript. Call me predictable. I had an inspired trip with my mom this past August, and the work coming out of that one week has already become 26 pages of content. I run… Read More Dream Theme
Check out my latest published poem at Tipton Poetry Journal (page 30). It’s been a busy month or so of writing. Where at first I started using prompts or looking for ideas, I am now finding ideas flying in faster than I can record them (and I try).I went from struggling a little to idea… Read More How Running Away Made Me More Creative
Remember that poem I was so excited about that my writers’ group wasn’t so excited about? Guess what was just accepted for publication? I want to feel vindicated. I knew that format worked best for the idea I was trying to present. The group didn’t like it, in particular, they didn’t like the format. It… Read More Vindication = Confusion
You know that moment when you finish a poem you think is really amazing and you can’t wait to share it with someone? That was my moment last week when I hosted writers’ group at my house. I was excited because it was the first time I’d used a new format for a poem. Usually,… Read More Being True to Your Audience
I remember my first encounter with exceptionally written assonance in poetry. I was in a writers’ group in my hometown, and a friend of a friend joined the group for just a few meetings. She read her poem and I fell in love with the sound. We begged for more. Twenty-one years later, I still… Read More Knowing Your Assonance from a Hole in the Ground
Lately I’ve been bumping against an unusual problem. In reaching deep to get to some of the best emotions I can convert to prose, I’m in danger of exposing things to the light that could come back to bite me. It started with a poem I wrote about a childhood experience. I had acted like… Read More How Open is Your Book?
