Prompts

April 20, water. Here’s a poem in progress for your sunny April evening.

April 19, miniature inspiration. So yes, I know today was meant (at least in my head) to be tiny things that inspire me. But I’m throwing all that out and instead going for something everyday but expansive, the macro instead of the mini/micro. And it’s this sky. This beautiful pink April sky, the likes of…

April 18, oldies. Have to go back to one of my favorite poets, Rilke, for the oldies. This particular collection is close to my heart (gifted from a dear friend in Germany) and with the original German along with the translation.

April 17, favorite poem right now. In the spirit of hoping for more spring weather during this April cold snap: from Leah Poole Osowski’s EXCEEDS US, the poem titled “Vernal” speaks to me, threaded with breath and beauty. Come on warm weather!

April 16, notebook. I was going to include a picture of my writing notebook here, but I’m already in bed for the night typing this. And I’ll be honest, a lot of my poetry is now happening in digital spaces: on the notes app, on my laptop in Google Docs. I’ve become somewhat of a…

April 15, field guide poem. A quick poem, work in progress.

April 14, to-be-read pile. So, in all honesty about half of my bookshelves and my Kindle library are TBR piles. I have so many books to read that I have no business acquiring more! But, as a reader and writer the call of a new book is too hard to resist. Here are a few…

April 13, spooky poem. Yes, I know it’s not Halloween, but can’t we enjoy something spooky every once and a while? I’ve got so many favorite spooky poems, The Raven by Poe, Song by Brigit Pegeen Kelly, Diorama of Ghosts by Paige Lewis, and my favorite spooky collection, AT NIGHT by Lisa Ciccarello (preview pictured…

April 12, haiku. What better way to commemorate this beautiful Ohio day than to write a haiku? Sweet wind carries the Hyacinth on her breath and Plaits our hair with spring.

April 11, everyday poetry. The simple, small, the tasks we do everyday, the moments we take for granted. It’s a look out the window, the shape of our hands in soapy sink water, the arch of our backs to pick up this toy or that discarded sock. The hands we hold, the faces we wash,…