Enter a competition. I encourage you to do it. It's been a hot minute since I did a contest. Although I've left my four blogs untouched for the last two weeks due to renovation and, you know, an active life; I've been more active writing this summer than in previous years. I allowed my career to run… Continue reading Meet Your Writing Goal: Enter a Competition
Tag: poetic
Craft a Smaller Collection from your Longer Chapbook
Poetry's dead, man. No one wants to read it. Chill. I'm kidding. I don't know. Some people may argue poetry, like rock-n-roll, is dead; on it's way to a recycle or scrap yard like newspapers. As an poet alone, the truth remains--unless by some magical knowledge you know of and I don't--that books of poetry rarely sale. … Continue reading Craft a Smaller Collection from your Longer Chapbook
Walk Along the Beach, a poem
I reach for your hand to walk along the beach. White sand between toes can be twenty instead of ten I reach for your hand, but you turn away to look at orange streaks of sky. Small fires reflect in your eyes. Sometimes I see the mountain shades of the blue of Blueridge September skies… Continue reading Walk Along the Beach, a poem
Make Your Poetry Ugly Beautiful
Do what? Poetry. Who needs it? It does not sale in the market if you're looking to make money. For people who read, poetry seems to cause emotions almost as extreme as politics. They either like or they don't. My husband has hated poetry most of his life, but claims I am bringing him around… Continue reading Make Your Poetry Ugly Beautiful
Hear the Sparrow
June has come, and I hear the sparrow. A woman tells me Her husband says, “I didn’t know the stress you were under ‘til you left that place. When you came to a better place, I got you back.” I rush home in my van to tell you the good news. There is hope, I… Continue reading Hear the Sparrow
Corrie's Season 