Poetry, process, progress.

Month: September 2015

How to grow a poet

How to grow a poet

In my other, more academic life, I teach some graduate courses within rhetoric and composition with this semester’s offering being “Literacy Theory and Composition.” My students just completed their family literacy reports and I would like to do one too, one that traces a specific […]

More poems, more bacon

More poems, more bacon

When I was waking up today, I dreamed that there was only five years left until the end of the world. In my dream, I had a copy of an agenda of events handed to me in a meeting and I wasn’t that upset either. […]

Thirteen Tweets

Thirteen Tweets

I’ve used Twitter in many classes for extending/creating a conversation about a text in online classes or to encourage English Ed or graduate students to develop a professional network. The following is probably one of the most fun ways to use Twitter in the classroom. It gets to the core of what longterm Twitter use can do for your use of language. Out of necessity, it tightens it up, a common goal for creative writing where words are to be used, not wasted.┬áHere is what my Fiction II students will be doing over the weekend. This was first developed as a poetry exercise that centered on images and concrete language. (more…)

Goodbye, Jane

Goodbye, Jane

This was a hard day in Springfield, and indeed across the country as those touched by Jane Hoogestraat and her poetry have to deal with her death. Jane was a tremendous mentor and very good friend to me, one that I think taught me much […]

3-card writing prompt

3-card writing prompt

I bought the Poet Tarot from Two Sylvias Press and am integrating it into the things I do to get started writing. The deck, which has well-selected poets for the major arcana cards and muses, quills, mentors, and letterpresses for the suits, comes with a […]

It’s always something

It’s always something

Taking a trope from Gilda Radner’s character, Roseanne Roseannadanna, it’s always something. Either you’re hanging on a cliff hoping for your fingernails to grow in or you’re at the bottom, wishing you’d tied that rope a little better. The lack of broken bones is nothing compared to the feeling of sheer foolishness.

I started my serious return to published poetry in 2013 when I taught a literary publications class. At the time, I felt that encouraging students to submit work while I wasn’t doing the same was just wrong. I still feel that way, and have additionally set new goals each year. That first run of submissions got quick, positive results followed by the long, dark night of the soul called rejections, or as I call it when I’m an editor, declines. (more…)

Dual blogging, dual life

Dual blogging, dual life

This is post one for my newest site, one that is centered on me as a creative writer. It’s called This Poet’s Life since that is where I started as a writer and is the writing that most consistently happens for me. Believe me, if […]