Stafford Poetry Challenge
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Drafting Poems: The Pain of Revision
Posted by Barb Edler The Stafford Writing Challenge has me playing with words more than ever. Sometimes I’ve asked for feedback from friends and family. Of course, feedback is something that takes time and energy and our lives are busy.… Continue reading
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Learning from Mistakes
I do remember plenty from my past, but I’ve forgotten a lot too. Today’s prompt at Ethical ELA was to write a letter of advice to yourself and a particular time in life. Honestly, I’ve made more mistakes than who… Continue reading
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Challenges
This month another slam poetry event is planned. I signed up. I am ready to back out. Writing poetry every day reveals to me how much I struggle to find the right word, message, image, sensory appeal, rhythm, etc. etc.… Continue reading
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January 31, 2024
Today I tried to capture the horror of another school shooting that occurred in Michigan in 2021. The trial has begun for the parents. My poem is found from this article: Michigan shooter’s mom told police ‘he’s going to have… Continue reading
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January 29, 2024
Today the world is damp and bleak. I have the day to do what I want, but there’s nothing big to look forward to. My husband has been on a fishing trip since last Wednesday so today I will try… Continue reading
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January 30, 2024: Fog
A little post about the foggy weather and a hopeful spring haiku. Continue reading
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Thursday, January 25, 2024
Left early this morning to catch a train in Macomb, Illinois on its way to Chicago to view a modern art exhibit. More about that later. On the way to the station, I was terrified we wouldn’t make it; fortunately,… Continue reading
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January 26, 2024
Day drinking is an art. A needed escape from winter’s bleak weather. Day Drinkingrain drizzlesdampening our winter spiritsmight as well get high asSears Towergift wrapped in cottonwe weave belowbetween bloodiesmicros, nitros, shots of rumuntil we’re good and numb BE Continue reading
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January 27, 2024
Some lives are destined to end badly. Untimely EndI met Crazy But Happybehind Jubilee Lanesshe was going nowhere fastsmoking a fattyshe shared her big dreamsmoving to southern shorespainting landscapesgolden white I couldn’t believeshe was found fetal curled, frozenleaving behind an… Continue reading
Sitting Behind the Eight Ball 