Practicing Poetry: Writing into Spring April 7 – June 23 5:00-6:30pm eastern
. . . from this yard I have been composing a great speech, that I write about myself, that it’s good to be a poet, that I look like the drawing of a house that was pencilled by a child, that curiously, I miss him and my mind is not upon the Pleaides, that I love the ocean and its foam against the sky –Lisa Jarnot, “The Bridge”
“Practicing Poetry” spring sessions begin April 7, 2021. We’ll meet on Wednesday nights 5 – 6:30pm EDT for six online sessions through June 23rd, over Zoom. Students can register for bi-monthly sessions here to receive the login link. Please register for each Wednesday you wish to attend. Here’s permission to compose a great …
Washington DC writer and teacher, Chloe Yelena Miller invited me to be guest blogger on April 30, last day of National Poetry Month 2013. A chilly month, a tough month, a gorgeous month, a month honoring poetry.
Here in the mid-Atlantic, April ended with blue sky, brilliant stars, trees heavy in blossom, spring flowers bursting into every crystal of sunlight. I attended poetry readings all month long during April and Rita Dove’s, most of all, served me. In the piece, I reflect on how her poems worked me over. A few hours earlier, I had learned my son was hunkered in his New Bedford apartment in a city under lock-down, during a tough week for all of us, for many reasons. As Dove said toward the end of her reading, she had taken us up and up, reading poems about family and dancing and identity–and she paused to decide: