Here’s a weird idea I had when I was on vacation recently — I would write a poem that included the phrase “this exalted life.” Soon that poem turned into a title. That’s what I would call my poetry manuscript. But wait. There’s more: What if I wrote an entire volume of poetry where each… Read More The One-word Poetry Volume
I was talking with a friend last week when she expressed interest in seeing my blog. She wanted to see my poetry. That’s one thing you won’t find on this blog — my poetry. But Lori! You write a poetry blog! What are you thinking not putting your own poems on it? I’m thinking I… Read More Poems & Sabotage: Are you guilty?
It wasn’t until I went on vacation last week that I realized just how blocked my life is. Was. Let’s say was because now, some of those blocks are gone. Permanently. I’m not just a poet, and few people are. My day job is writing. That’s right — I write all day long. For a… Read More Removing Writing Blocks
An epiphany — no, let’s just call it a moment. I had a moment recently (yesterday) where every poem I’d written looked, well, wrong. Not one — not even the one nominated for the Pushcart Prize — appealed to me. I would open one file, move some words around, then close it in disgust. I… Read More That Sink-or-swim Moment