Photo courtesy of Tati Hilabi, Pixabay .   Monday morning, while walking and listening to Sad Boy Noah Kahan, I met the handsomest boy, wh...

Okay, so this isn’t exactly a Poetry Friday post.  It’s a, “Guess what my daughters and I did last Friday?” post.  And it’s a, “Let’s talk ...

It’s been a busy week and although I did write a handful of new poems (thanks, April Halprin Wayland, for a delightfully productive class on...

Nothing new to report here, other than this: I love springtime .  So, I think, did dear Emily, in her beautiful, melancholy way:  A Light ex...

Last month,  Tanita Davis shared the latest challenge from the Poetry Pals :  Here’s the scoop: we’re writing ekphrastic poems, which migh...

"The Land of Poetry" — created by  Tabatha Yeatts  (place names added by Donna and Heidi) It's my first year participating in ...

We're halfway through National Poetry Month , and all I've managed to do so far is rant about the news.  I know, I know — I'm al...

"How do we fashion the future?"  Oh, what a week.  My week has shone with the joy and hope of Easter, but it has also held despair...

Poetry maven and Writer Extraordinaire  Tanita Davis shared the Poetry Peeps’ March challenge here . The mission? Knit together an Ovillejo...

When I was young, I didn't think much about birds, know much about birds, or care much about birds. They were part of the landscape, o...

Welcome to the Poetry Friday round-up!  Last week, the Poetry Peeps shared pieces inspired by the work of U.S. Poet Laureate Arthur Sze . ...

A few weeks ago, Susan Thomsen, at Chicken Spaghetti , posted a prompt: begin a poem with the last line ( I stop somewhere waiting for you )...

Brian Doyle was a luminous writer who died from a brain tumor in 2017 at the age of 60, an inexplicable injustice in this world if ever ther...

It is far, far, far past time for some Billy Collins. I need him, don't you?  And this one targets my readerly heart as if its poetic a...

I usually get a Poetry Friday post put together on Thursday afternoon, but yesterday I was too busy weeping. I saw  Hamnet for the second ti...