Plague Poetry

I’ve been struck by the terminology of the Covid-19 pandemic:  Essential workers. Stay home stay safe. Shelter-in-place. Masks, ventilators, hand sanitizer. Tests, tracking, social distancing. Working from home. Zoom. Virtual graduations, weddings, birthday parties. Isolation. None of these words and phrases comes close to describing the state of panic and paralysis we find ourselves in. Continue reading Plague Poetry

Reasons to Get Stranded: Poetry to Read on a Desert Island

Let’s say, just for the fun of it, that you were left alone on some tropical island with an unknown amount of time ahead of you. Luckily, having anticipated just this emergency, you had the foresight to pack twenty books that would consume the hours while you await rescue.  Were this to happen to me, Continue reading Reasons to Get Stranded: Poetry to Read on a Desert Island

Dive Into the Wordpool

I discovered wordpools in Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy. “I collect…hats, coins, cougars, old Studebakers,” she writes. “That is, I collect the words. Pith helmet, fragment, Frigidaire, quarrel, love seat, lily. I call gathering words this way creating a wordpool. This process helps free us to follow the words and write poems.” When I read this, I’d been writing Continue reading Dive Into the Wordpool

Chop Wood, Carry Water: Publishing a First Poetry Book After Fifty

I asked writers who’d published their first books of poetry at or beyond the age of fifty to discuss their experiences. Was there any particular reason they’d waited to publish? Did they think there was an advantage to publishing later in life? How had publishing a first book changed their lives? The responses from over Continue reading Chop Wood, Carry Water: Publishing a First Poetry Book After Fifty