This is a companion post to my post in Just a Blog about the benefits of a Teaching Writing Online class. Given that OWI (online writing instruction) is so heavily centered in composition studies, of what use would a Teaching Writing Online class be to a creative writer, especially writers who intend to teach creative writingRead More
I see that it has been a very long time since I posted here and believe me, it is not because I went into dry-storage. I taught poetry over the summer then went straight to a busy fall semester with three writing-intensive courses and of course, the onset of creative writing submission season. It has been a good year for me so far, with half of my goals met–I have placed more than twenty poems this year and my poem Things Found Along Boyer Road Between El Dorado, KS and the Dump from TAB was nominated for Best of the Net. The rest of my goals are still to happen. I don’t have an accepted book manuscript, but I have two manuscripts outs there, and one has been chugging its way up more than one press’s ladder. I do not have any Pushcart Prize nominations, my other goal, but the cutoff isn’t until December 1.
These may seem like strange goals in that all of them involve just plain luck. After all, there are lots and lots of good poetry out there and not all of it gets published. I set the goals anyway so that I do my part, the part that has little to do with luck: working every day on writing, revising, and sending out poems. If I don’t do it, the words may literally leak out my ears never to return, and that would be a shame.Read More
It is hard to predict why some Aprils work and others don’t. One of my best years for the April Poetry Challenge was the year my mother died, although I did not know that then. What I did know was that she was taking almost as many hours as my job, even in a care facility. I didn’t grudge that time, but there were times I had to say no, like the time I was in heavy grading mode and there was a flood between me and her. She wanted me to come right away because the nurse would not come and get down a fresh pack of Depends from over the closet, saying that she had plenty. She was very upset when I tried to tell her it’s more than just raining–the road is closed and people are supposed to stay at home. I promised to call the desk for her and did, something that made me look like a fool but was somewhat less foolish than the runs to the facility when her hallucinations (from congestive heart failure, something no one warns you about) made her seek her own justice.
That April was possibly the best challenge ever.Read More
I am sharing my poem-a-day posts with a few people who asked for the password on Facebook, but this has been an unusual month. Today’s poem made it clear that the new cluster of poems I’ve been writing means that I will want some of this month’s posts to be private. Poetry is public or it has no reason to live, but this particular thread may need time before it could ever be released. It may be a year, it may be less, but some things need to happen before today’s draft can be public. There may be more like that, and when it happens, it will be a private post. I know this is vague, but at least I didn’t resort to posting Ani di Franco lyrics to hint at the feels.Read More
Today I did my poem for the Contemporary Verse 2 2-day poem contest. They pick ten fairly tough words and ask that you put them all in your poem. The rules are exacting–no plurals or tense changes, no jamming them in the title, no playing fast and loose with definitions and no shifting to properRead More
Lanette Cadle is a professor of English at Missouri State University where she teaches both rhetoric and creative writing. She has previously published poetry in Weave Magazine, TAB: The Journal of Poetry and Poetics, NEAT, Menacing Hedge, Yellow Chair Review, Young Ravens Literary Magazine, and Atticus Review.