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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: What the Milkweed Knows
A couple of weeks ago Mary Lee Hahn wrote about the August Poetry Peeps challenge – to write in the style of Jane Yolen or Joyce Sidman’s “What the _Knows” poems. I’m always up for a challenge, and I loved … Continue reading
Poetry Friday: Three Haiku
Last week I found a red leaf and I knew right away that fall is knocking on the door. There are other signs, too. The monarchs discovered the milkweed I planted in spring and several caterpillars are happily munching. The … Continue reading
Poetry Friday: Just One
A few months ago I was gifted a pack of sunflower seeds from a clothing store of the same name (Sunflowers). I thought how wonderful to have a small crop of sunflowers in the garden, so I threw a handful … Continue reading
Poetry Friday: Where Do Poems Hide?
I’ve been rereading Writing Toward Home by Georgia Heard and came across “Valentine for Ernest Mann,” a poem by Naomi Shihab Nye. Here’s an excerpt: “…poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,they are sleeping. They are the shadowsdrifting across … Continue reading
Poetry Friday: Not Yet
This morning I woke unsure about what day it was. When I was teaching full time, I often woke on the less structured days of summer unsure about the day. Now I have no excuse. I was delighted to remember … Continue reading
Imagine the Possibilities 