Welcome to Tweetspeak Poetry
It started as a rather odd idea. Could we, a group of poets and writers who had found each other on line in blogs, email and Twitter, do a poetry jam? Specifically, could we do one on Twitter?
We decided we could, and we scheduled it, and we did one. And then we did another, and then another. The number of tweeting poets started growing, and we decided we needed a place to house the “twoems, ” or “Twitter poems.” Actually, one of the twoems turned out to be a “twepic, ” or “Twitter epic.” We began to think about the possibilites for twodes (odes), and twonnets (sonnets), and well, you get the picture. You have to be careful around people who work with words.
So welcome to Tweetspeak Poetry. We’ll be posting our existing efforts shortly, along with scheduled poetry jams, notices about poets and books of poetry we like, and perhaps a guest poem or two.
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Maureen Doallas says
How nice to see this set up! I will note it on my blog and FB.
nAncY says
it is just… beautiful
L.L. Barkat says
Okay, here’s a little “he said/she said”… 🙂
I remember the night it started, or the night before it started… Glynn, Bradley and I were on Twitter at the same time, chatting about this ‘n that. Glynn wrote his first tweet-poem which I later featured at HighCallingBlogs and Bradley declined to write one (in response to Glynn’s on-the-spot dare).
But.
I found poetry in Bradley’s response and featured that at HCB too… http://highcallingblogs.com/blog/tragedy-in-the-balance/3463/
Okay, back to that Twitter night. I said, “This is starting to feel like a party.” And we talk about maybe writing poetry together sometime.
And the next day Eric says on Twitter, “So when’s the party?” And I give a date and time. And we show up, except Camel, who gives a nice poetic excuse which tickles us. The rest, as they say, is history.