Photo: Laura Purdie Salas Wake up your poetry brains with 15 Words or Less (guidelines here)! This week’s image makes me think of: 1)?Scuba diving 2) Bat wings 3) Wading in Lake Superior and feeling the sharp rocks right through my water shoes And here’s my poem first draft: My
Last Friday, I shared a poem I wrote about Rachel Carson. That poem appeared in Cricket Magazine. Today, I’m sharing the second Rachel Carson poem I wrote (this is when I was working on poems for Dare to Dream). I always knew that a time hook was great for articles,
While working on poems to submit for Dare to Dream, the fantastic new anthology edited by Jill Corcoran, I wrote two poems about environmental pioneer Rachel Carson. Jill chose a different poem, but I’m excited to say that both my Carson poems will be shared publicly. This first one, a
I was sharing one of my favorite songs, “100 Years,” by Five for Fighting (John Ondrasik) with a friend this morning. I’ve shared those lyrics here before, so I’m going to share another Ondrasik song instead. World Got a package full of wishes A time machine, a magic wand A
The Poetry Sisters and I did a quick collaboration a couple of weeks ago. I am out the door in three minutes, so I’ll just share the verse. To see who’s who and read a bit of the background, please visit Andi Sibley and show her some poetry love! The
mittens and sunscreen vacation mates in coach class– leaving Chicago Whew! Day 30–I did it! Happy Poetry Month!
retrievers frolic– make friends with Lake Michigan, forgive its coldness? –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved —————————————————- I had a wonderful poetry event at the Evanston Public Library today celebrating the winning poets of the Jo-Anne Hirshfield Memorial Poetry Award. It was just so cool to see a room full
Quarters rub shoulders. Plastic ice cream bucket swings in homeless man’s hand. –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
Gutter ball dinner Potato chips weigh heavy– Greasy bowling ball –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved Not a thing of beauty, is it? Dinner last night did not turn out well, and I ended up eating some noodles and a bunch of potato chips. Ugh. Now my stomach is not
each darkling drop– even distant curling current– fuels ocean’s tides? –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved There is so much poetry deliciousness going on right now, and I’m missing most of it. That makes me partly sad, but it also gives me such a feeling of abundance, that there’s all
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