May Play began with a chance conversation with the owner of a candy shop.
June Jazz: Improv
Light pours through the west end and floods the wooden floors of our home. James is in the front room, dancing. His clunky, horse-like heels stomp to a syncopated rhythm, following the dizzy-eyed direction of his four-year-old vision, rather than my music.
May Play: Stretching
Sometimes we start poetry with a history of strains and tight muscles. For many of us, this month’s May Play felt like therapy, a chance to purge ourselves of some lactic acid and develop more elasticity.
May Play: Conversations
Leah wasn’t quite ready to play. Sharing her poetry still felt like a risk.
A few months ago she discovered Every Day Poems and began clicking around. She spent $2.99 on our poetry daily subscription. She found intriguing writing prompts and colorful features. Most importantly, she encountered conversations.
May Play: Spontaneity
The elementary school and playground which captivated my attention as a child was torn down many years ago. A bench surrounded by flowers is all that remains.
My “Poem-ography”
Who – what poems – would comprise your “poem-ography?”
May Play: Sharing
Win some chocolate with your Every Day Poems story.
Image-ine: Curves
This feverish afternoon opened my heart to the magnificence of the human form: mostly the beauty of the female curve, the contours of her mountainous landscape. Recently, poetry re-awakened this for me, brought it into my present.
May Play: Invitation
We’ll read your tweets and feature some plates of your weekly play each week. There’s nothing sweeter than sharing.
Journey into Poetry: Reno K. Lawrence
For the past few weeks, I’ve been writing poetry, brainstorming lines. I imagine the right-brained play is overflowing into my creative process on the job.
Writing Prompt: Red #9
Writing prompt: try a fairy tale poem of your own today?
This Week’s Top 10 Poetic Picks
Check out our Top 10 poetic picks this week, with Matthew Kreider showing the way.
Leaving the Radio On, and Other Rituals
Maybe could write your own “radio ritual” poem?
We Made a Word Bowl, Just for You
If the Super Bowl begs for nachos and dip, the WORD BOWL begs for wine, cheese, and the renegade Cheeto
Secret Poetry Love Notes
Today I received so many little love notes, I just had to let you know.
Coming of Age: The Stolen Child
Can you see how the poem “The Stolen Child” embodies a struggle to grow up?
What is Poetry?
Poetry is, of course, art put into lines.
Sonnets Born in Closets and Cheetos Bags
Never one to miss an opportunity, James Cummins wrote me a sonnet I am fondly calling the “Closet Cheetos Poem.”
What They Saw by the Sea
I love technical facility in poetry, but I do not publish poems that trot it out and forget the human touch.
Waiting for the Every Day
I love these little notes I get behind the scenes, about Every Day Poems.