Exploring the World

My friends are my estate.  ~ Emily Dickinson ~  Emily, who never left her home and spent many years tending a dying relative, knew whereof she spoke. She was a shy person, her world tiny. But through imagination and friends, she explored the world. Visit my website here. Then there’s my FB Fan Page here. On both […]

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Fresh Winds Blowing

I’m gonna add something new here: some daily or every other day quick thoughts on books and writing. Maybe a quote or two. Why, you ask? I’m trying to grow my audience more, and you can help. If you like these new posts – and my normal ones – please urge your web surfing friends […]

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Spaces and Shapes in Poetry

One more note on modern poetry: poetic space and shape. By that I mean the way lines are positioned on the page; are you writing in verse format? Imitating the structure of Villanelles? Ballads? Odes? Sonnets? Long free verse? Or are you creating lines that when assembled create shapes that leave subliminal messages counterpoint to […]

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Rhyming Rhythms

One thing about the rhythm we discussed on the last post: rhyme can help accent the rhythm. What do I mean by that? Traditional rhyme patters rhyme the final syllable(s) of alternating lines, such as this one from Emily Dickinson, her “#303:” “The Soul selects her own Society – Then – shuts the Door – […]

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The Limitations of the Poetic Self

Why not write about yourself? many prominent poets today will argue. After all, poetry can be the most intimate of the written creative disciplines. To be honest, writing begins within one’s consciousness, one’s perception of the world. But were your poetry to begin AND end with you, you’ve done the writing of it a disservice. You […]

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Parsing Poetry

Odd that after all these months I find myself reading poetry again on a regular basis. And talking over the ups and downs of poetic content and structure with a colleague. But what’s come from this new/old exposure? First, this is the age of confessional poetry. That’s not my thing, I discover. too much “me” […]

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