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Poetry Friday Roundups
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January
2 Catherine at Reading to the Core
9 Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town
16 Jan at Bookseedstudio
23 Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference
30 Amy at The Poem Farm -
February
6 Molly at Nix the Comfort Zone
13 Robyn at Life on the Deckle Edge
20 Susan at Chicken Spaghetti
27 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche -
March
6 Karen at Karen Edmisten*
13 Linda at TeacherDance
20 Tanita at {fiction, instead of lies}
27 Marcie at Marcie Flinchum Atkins -
April
3 Matt at Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme
10 Jone at Jone Rush MacCulloch
17 Heidi at my juicy little universe
24 Irene at Live Your Poem -
May
1 Rose at Imagine the Possibilities
8 Cathy at Cathy Stenquist
15 Patricia at Reverie
22 Carol at The Apples in My Orchard
29 Mary Lee at A(nother) Year of Reading -
June
5 Mona at Mona Voelkel
12 Linda at A Word Edgewise
19 Buffy at Buffy Silverman
26 Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect
Author Archives: rosecappelli
Poetry Friday: Write Bites
Happy Poetry Friday! On Wednesday I completed a series of three small online writing workshops with poets extraordinaire Georgia Heard and Ralph Fletcher. They were offered through Georgia’s Poet’s Studio. Titled “Write Bites,” the sessions were just 45-50 minutes in … Continue reading
Poetry Friday: A Special Gift
It’s Poetry Friday! I had a houseful of family for Thanksgiving – just the kind of holiday I love. My niece, who had just gotten in from a quick trip to Florence, arrived with a beautiful shawl for me. It … Continue reading
Poetry Friday: Packing Up Autumn
It’s Poetry Friday! I was prompted recently to reread Out of the Dust by Karen Hesse, remembering the powerful list poem near the end, “Thanksgiving List.” I remember thinking the first time I read it how uplifting it was that … Continue reading
Poetry Friday: Perhaps
It’s Poetry Friday! The leaves of the cherry tree in our back yard usually turn a fiery orange. That lasts about a week or so, then they all drop at once, sometimes seemingly overnight. But this year is different. The … Continue reading
Poetry Friday: Aftermath
There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal. -Toni Morrison This isn’t the post I was expecting to … Continue reading