“Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind
this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows’
Eve.”~ Ray Bradbury
I love Halloween: the colors, the food, the
traditions, the mood… Many people think of Halloween as the season for scary
things; for me, it’s always been a time for closeness—a coming together to
remember those we’ve lost to death, to celebrate the good and battle the bad, to ready ourselves for worse.
Some of my favorite stories happen on or around Halloween Day (Something Wicked this Way Comes, Practical Magic...). So, of course, my dear poets and storytellers,
for our optional prompt on October 31st, it only makes sense
to invite you to write poetry or prose set on Halloween, All Hallows’ Eve, Dia
de Muertos… or whatever this day is called in your bit of our world.
As always,
please add the direct link to your response to Mister Linky. One post per participant.
369 words maximum. You may share old or new pieces of poetry or prose, write to
the prompt or to a topic of your choosing. Visit other writers. Read their
words… and share your thoughts.
next week,
we’ll invite you to find inspiration in what you like about the dark.
Hello, dear Word Weavers. Can you believe we’ve already reached late October? The 10th month of the year! Where did the days and weeks all go?
Various quotations and common sayings reveal the significance we attach to the number 10: Ten green bottles hanging on the wall … (nursery rhyme / counting rhyme)
To me — old age is always ten years older than I am. Bernard Baruch.
A perfect ten; not touch with a ten-foot pole; ten a penny; ten to one; hang ten; ten-four ... And some adages:
When angry count to ten before you speak.
Success is falling nine times and getting up ten.
If you think in terms of a year, plant a seed; if in terms of ten years, plant trees.
We think of 10 as a number of completion, marking the end of a phase or sequence. But really it’s 9 which is the number of ending. 10 is a new beginning, the start of the next sequence or phase. For your optional prompt this week, I invite you to write something about, or including, the number 10. And/or write a 10-line poem. (Read on.)
Extra: If you’d like to play with form, there are a number of 10-line poems you could choose, ranging from the simple decastitch, which just means a 10-line poem (no other specifications), through the pirouette poem and the etheree to the complex Sacred Signia. (Just a few of the possibilities. By all means find others if you wish. The Sacred Signia link will lead you to some more of them.) Or you could try the tetractys, based on a 10-syllable rather than 10-line count. My own favourite 10-liner, which I return to often, is the dizain.
Guidelines: One post per person, 369 words maximum (excluding title and notes), poetry or prose, old or new, on prompt or not. We welcome comments or questions (below) and encourage you to read and respond to each others’ posts.
Next week: We will invite you to write poetry or prose set on Halloween.
Hello, Word Artists and Admirers! Metaphors are marvelous things. Sure, you could say something like, "It was unexpected". But when you say something like "It was a gut-punch" it hits a little different (pun fully intended).
The phrase "like a wrecking ball" has a slightly different spin
(OK, OK, I'll stop with the puns)
So for this week's optional prompt, I'd like you to play around with the phrase "gut-punch" in any way you'd like to interpret it. You can create poetry or prose, fiction or non-fiction. Just be sure to keep your piece to 369 words or fewer and one entry per person, please.
Next week, our optional prompt will invite you to write something about, or including, the number 10. And/or write a 10-line poem.
October
is my favorite month. All right, October and April are my favorite months. But
since April had her turn half a year ago, now is October time. I love
celebrating everything October: the food, the clothes, the myths, the
traditions, the stories! One of my favorite October tales is “October in the
Chair”, a short story in Neil
Gaiman’s Fragile Things, where the months of the year meet up around a campfire to tell stories.
Their exchanges show their personalities so well—April is wild and a bit cruel,
June is kind of nuts, August is a snob.
One
day, I would love to read poems and stories from the perspective of all the
months. Wouldn’t that be fun? Nevertheless, since I’ve already shown my blatant
favoritism, for today’s optional prompt, I invite you to write poetry or
prose from the point of view of October. Let October write and tell.
Add
the direct link to your response to Mister Linky. One post per participant,
please. 369 words maximum (excluding title). You may share old or new pieces of poetry
or prose, write to the prompt or to a topic of your choosing. Visit other contributors.
Comment on what their October has to say.
next week,
we invite you to write poetry or prose inspired by the phrase “gut punch”,
figuratively or literally.
Lately I've been re-acquainting myself with some word weavers from last century.
I’m reading The Mitfords: Letters between six sisters – famous, intriguing sisters in their day, partly because of books some of them wrote (novels by Nancy; memoirs by Jessica and Diana) describing their unusual childhood and their personal involvement with historical figures and major events. If you don’t know of them, do look them up – and if you want to read their own stories, I recommend you start with The Pursuit of Love by Nancy Mitford, one of my favourite books. (After reading these selected letters – which I am only half way through – I now want to re-read The Pursuit of Love and its sequels, and then to go on to the memoirs, which I have never read.)
It got me thinking about the nature of sibling relationships.
I never had a birth sister; I had a brother four years younger than me. (The Mitford girls had one brother, whom they adored, and who seems to have been a very good brother to all his sisters, who was killed in The Second World War.) With our age gap, when we were growing up my brother and I were closest when he was in his early teens and I in my late teens, finding shared passions for both science fiction and jazz. As adults we have always got on well and can tell each other anything; but we have lived in different countries most of our lives, as he moved from Australia to New Zealand for his work when he was still in his twenties.
A cousin 18 months younger than me was very like a sister when we were little. Our mothers, birth sisters themselves, spent a lot of time together during the years of the Second World War when their husbands were away, which threw my cousin and me together a lot too, so we developed a kind of sibling relationship, lasting the rest of our lives, with all the loyalty and rivalry that can involve. (I've sometimes referred to her as my cousin-sister.)
When I was 15, fate gave me a step-sister 18 months older than me, with whom I bonded closely. We always introduced each other as sisters, not steps, and just smiled innocently if anyone remarked that we didn’t look much alike. She moved from country town to big city a year ahead of me, so took me under her wing when I arrived. Later, my sons and her daughter spent a lot of their childhood time together, as cousins.
And I have acquired a number of sisters-by-choice over the course of my life, and a couple of brothers: those friends who feel like family.
My stepsister Merrie (left) and me in 1956.
The exact date is uncertain, but it's summer,
so I must have been newly 17, she 18.
(Optional) prompt: Tell me about your siblings … or the lack of them. Or about sisterhood or brotherhood in general.
Guidelines: 369 words or fewer (excluding title). New or old; poetry or prose; one post per person; link (below) to that post on your blog; read and comment on other people’s posts; leave us a comment here, too, if you’d like.
Next week, We will invite you to write poetry or prose from the point of view of October. Yes, your narrator or speaker is the tenth month of the year. We are so excited to read thoughts and feels scribbled by a month.
Hello, word artists and admirers! There's a chill in the air and a line for pumpkin spice lattes at Starbucks in my neighborhood--it must be fall! This summer has been a bit of a roller coaster for my family, including losing some well-loved and dearly missed family members. But fall started in one of the loveliest ways possible, the wedding of one of my nieces. It was a boho flavored, outdoor wedding on a pretty much a picture perfect day, completely reflecting my niece's free-spirited personality.
So for today's optional prompt, I invite you to write poetry or prose inspired by Autumn (rituals, foods, colors, celebrations… or anything that makes autumn memorable and/or special). Fiction and non-fiction will both be accepted. Just please keep your pieces to 369 words or fewer and 1 piece per person.
Next week, we'll be asking you to write about your siblings … or the lack of them. Or about sisterhood or brotherhood in general.
Greetings,
dear poets and storytellers. What have you been up to? I’m about to end certain
duties that were supposed to take 3 weeks (but ended up consuming over 6 months my life),
so I’m in a good mood. I can’t wait for the chance to do things I want to do, instead
of things I must do. Musts can be frustrating, exhausting, and not exactly
inspiring. Just a few more days…
But you
aren’t here to read me whine, are you? You are here for the words. And with that
in mind, for today’s optional prompt, I invite you to revisit one of our
old prompts. Maybe one you missed? Or one you could explore again? Can’t think
of one? Well, here are 3 some (I like):
Please
include a link to your chosen prompt in your post. Add the direct link to your
response to Mister Linky. One post per participant. 369 words maximum
(excluding title). You may share old or new pieces of poetry or prose, write to
the prompt or to a topic of your choosing. Visit other writers. Comment on their
words.
next week,
we’ll invite you to write poetry or prose inspired by Autumn (rituals,
foods, colors, celebrations… or anything that makes autumn memorable and/or special).
Hello, dear Word Weavers. How are you all? I hope you are loving your life!
Back in January 2016 a woman called Jodi Barnes started a facebook group inviting people to write of love in fourteen words. She chose that number because Valentine's Day is the 14th of February.
I was lucky enough to be on her friends list, so I received the initial invitation. For a light-worker / healer / witch like me, the idea of adding to the love energy in the world was irresistible!
New and potential members are advised:
[The group] creates opportunities to express kindness, empathy,
gratitude, compassion, hope, peace and forgiveness to one another throughthe written word.
The
rules? Post a 14-word poem, aphorism or micro story to share with
others. We believe that love for humanity can exceed politics, religion,
income, race and gender identity differences. Simply, let the love
begin!
I don't remember what the group was first called, but in January 2017 Jodi changed the name to 14 Words For Love.
It's a private group,
meaning people can find it and ask to join, but until you're accepted as
a member you can't see what anyone has written and shared.
I don't post there all the time – nor even a lot – but it's a nice
thing to go back to every so often and, as well as sharing one's own
thoughts, see what others have contributed.
If you're on facebook, and the idea appeals to you, you might like to search it and join. Meanwhile, I offer the opportunity to do the same thing right here and now.
For your optional prompt this week, please give me 14 loving words, or words about love – any kind of love, for anyone or anything. (14 words excluding title and notes, that is.) If that doesn't give you enough scope for everything you'd like to say (and because this is not the actual facebook group, so we don't have to be bound by all its rules) you may create several stanzas of 14 words each.
Guidelines: Poetry or prose, new or old, on prompt or off. If you're going off prompt, you may as usual use 369 words maximum (excluding title and notes). One post per person. Link your post (not your whole blog) to Mister Linky below. Please link back to here on your post; and also visit and read other participants, and let them know you did so by leaving a comment. You can also talk to the team and each other in the comments here.
Next week, we will invite you to revisit one of our old prompts. Maybe one you missed, but wish you hadn’t. If you can’t choose, here are 3 favorites of mine:
Hello, Word Artists and Admirers! The last few weeks have been a series of ups and downs. I don't want to go into the details (some stories are not mine to tell), but I will say that right now things have settled down to be, if not positive, at least somewhat hopeful.
So for this week's optional prompt, I am requesting that you tell me something good. Poetry and prose are welcome, as are fiction and non-fiction. Just please keep your submissions to 369 words or fewer and one piece per person.
Next week's optional prompt, will ask you to share 14 loving words, or words about love – any kind of love, for anyone or anything. If that doesn't give you enough scope for everything you'd like to say, you may create several stanzas of 14 words each.
“I stalk certain words... I catch them in mid-flight,
as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of
the dish, they have a crystalline texture to me, vibrant, ivory, vegetable,
oily, like fruit, like algae, like agates, like olives... I stir them, I shake
them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them... I leave
them in my poem like stalactites, like slivers of polished wood, like coals,
like pickings from a shipwreck, gifts from the waves... Everything exists in
the word.”~ Pablo Neruda
This is
one of my favorite quotes. I love what it says about language, about the
relationship(s) between words and feelings and imagination and us… The first
word I fell in love with was “defenestration”—so vivid, so specific, so different
from “skibidi”, which according to a super delulu friend of mine is the
coolest word in the world. But you know what they say, there’s no accounting
for taste. Just kidding. Maybe… *cough*
Anyway,
whether you like skibidi or not, language evolution is an interesting topic to
stir or shake or gulp or even garnish our writings with. So, with that in mind,
my dear poets and storytellers, for today’s optional prompt, I invite you
to write poetry or prose which explores (or includes) the following
words: delulu, lewk, broligarchy.
As always,
add the direct link to your response to Mister Linky. One post per participant,
please. 369 words maximum (excluding title), for prose and for poetry. You may
share old or new pieces of poetry or prose. You may write to the prompt or to a
topic of your choosing. Visit other lovers of words. Read their contributions. Fill
their comments with your favorite words on their words.
next week, we will invite you to “tell us something good”. We know
the world is full of a lot of bad, at the moment. So, any good (even
if tiny) would be great to read about.
Recently our local art gallery had an exhibition of spiders (who are also weavers) – a particular kind of spider called Maratus or Peacock Spiders, which are very tiny, about the size of a grain of rice. They were photographed by Maria Fernanda Cardoso using special techniques to magnify them greatly, showing their incredible beauty. They also dance! That is, the colourful males do, to attract the females.
Google explains:
The photographer most known for capturing images of Maratus spiders, also known as peacock spiders, isMaria Fernanda Cardoso.Her photographic series, titled"Spiders of Paradise," focuses on these tiny, vibrantly colored Australian spiders.The series is part of a larger exploration of the intersection between art, science, and nature, showcasing the unique beauty and sophisticated behaviors of these creatures.
Cardoso's work is not just about photography; it also incorporates video and installation, further highlighting the Maratus spiders' mating rituals and overall place in the natural world. Her collaboration with Geoff Thompson, a scientific imager at the Queensland Museum, has resulted in detailed, magnified photographs of the spiders, revealing intricate details of their anatomy.
These spiders were also featured nationally on a recent TV episode of Gardening Australia (Friday 8 August) where a young naturalist explored them. If anyone has access to our ABC iView, you can probably still catch that program for a while.
Here are a couple of my own photos of the Cardoso photos, taken at Tweed Regional Art Gallery (where it is allowed so long as one doesn’t use flash).
For your optional prompt this week, I’m asking you to write about something small but beautiful. (You may choose to write of these spiders, if you like – even in these particular photos, which would make your piece ekphrastic.) Alternatively(or simultaneously) you might like to present us with a piece of writing which is itself very small and also beautiful.
Guidelines: Old or new writings, poetry or prose, on prompt or not – your choice. 369 words maximum (excluding title and notes). One post per person, and link to it at Mister Linky, below. Please look at what others submit and leave them some encouraging comments.
A suggested form –
I’ve just caught up with the fact that there is now a thing called flash poetry. Some writers use it as the new name for prose poetry in general. Others insist that it is a distinct kind of prose poetry, and must be characterised by ‘flashiness’: emotional intensity, immediacy, sharply vivid imagery, the capturing of a moment rather than a narrative.
It need not be as short as a piece of flash fiction or such verse forms as haiku and tanka. But brevity and conciseness are features. And it is set out as prose, not in lines of verse. Here, used with permission, is a brand-new example by my dear friend and soul-sister, Texas poet, muso and artist Connie Williams, whom I met on my poetry tour of Texas in 2006:
Here is my wish list: A Santa Clause wish list to the magical man himself, like Daddy: I’m gonna be a gold girl now list, tell me it’s not too late list, I want my piano tuned and regulated, I want to play Debussy with my passion Clair de Lune and have the moon rippling across my living room. I’ll pull back the curtains and only the shadows will hide the beams as my fingers follow the notes already imprinted on my mind I want a big PC computer and printer full of life to dig my fingers in and pull out my brains hidden inside my heart, to throw it doesn’t matter to the wind and bury all the mistakes on the white papers begging on their folded knees to be filled with my stories And tickets, tickets to all the places I have never gone and the one I want to go back to that has everything already. It was put together on sight. Who would have guessed. My last words are borrowed, this: If I could put time in a bottle. I am listening hopefully. All aboard.
(Note: 'gold girl' is intentional. I thought it was a typo, but Connie told me: 'Good girl is trite. Gold girl is new, fresh, original.')
Of course you may use any form you like (or none) for what you share with us here. But this week you might like to try writing it as a flash poem. I think that would actually fit well with our optional subject prompt.
And always, our final suggestion, whether we say so or not, is: Have fun!
Next Week: We shall invite you to write poetry or prose which explores (or includes) the following words: delulu, lewk, broligarchy.
Hello, word artists and admirers! As a tea person, I've learned to adore all the seasonal changes throughout the year. I'm loving the sound of cicadas as I walk my corgi and the late summer vibes that have settled into my part of the U.S. But I'd also be lying if I didn't say that a part of me isn't dreaming of cooler weather and Halloween in the fall. So why not appreciate both at once?
Say hello to Summerween! It was first mentioned on a cartoon called Gravity Falls, but has started taking off in popularity in recent years. Summerween is all about blending summer things with spooky vibes. You could make an argument that summer camp slasher movies were doing Summerween way before Gravity Falls. But I'd argue that Japan led the pack, celebrating summer spookiness since before the Edo Era (about 400 years ago).
I was unprepared for the amount of horror beach music that exists
--and how much fun they are!
So for today's optional prompt, I am suggesting getting into the Summerween spirit, writing something with both spooky and summery themes. I'm taking fiction and non-fiction, poetry and prose. Just be sure to keep your pieces to 369 words or fewer, and one entry per person, please.
Next week, our optional prompt shall ask you to write on something small but beautiful.
“The most important step a man can take. It’s not the
first one, is it? It’s the next one. Always the next step…”~ Brandon
Sanderson
Some years
ago, when I first read those words, in Branden Sanderson’s Oathbringer, my
answer to that question was, “The first step”. But after having to start over again
and again and again… I agree with the character in the book. First steps are vital—if
we don’t start, nothing ever happens—but what really makes a difference is
taking the next step, the one that says, This is me moving foward.
So, my
dear poets and storytellers, for today’s optional prompt, I invite you
to write poetry or prose which explores the same question: What’s the most
important step a person can take?
Add the direct link to your response to Mister Linky. One post per participant,
please. 369 words maximum (excluding title). You may share old or new pieces of poetry
or prose, write to the prompt or to a topic of your choosing. Visit other writers,
and take the next step: Let your words show them how their words make you feel.
next week,
we’ll invite you to write poetry or prose inspired by Summerween (or scary
things that happen in the summer).
“Scars are stories, written on the body.” ~Kathryn Harrison
The other day, while waiting to see one of my
doctors, two boys got into an argument over which of them had the most impressive
scars. They were both scarred on the face and neck (that I could see) and
trying to figure out which would make the best superhero, by reason of scar
placement. I had been having a rotten day—my body was in pain—but the scar/superhero debate made it all better. The boys look so animated, so happy, so willing to just be.
Few things make me happier than seeing people
making the best of the bad life has served them. And because I wish to
cultivate that feeling, for today’s optional prompt, I invite you to
find a scar on your body (or in your mind/heart), and write poetry or
prose inspired by it (how it happened, how it makes you feel, what it means
to you...). If you don’t have any scars (hey, it could happen!),
then find inspiration in the concept of scars.
Please,
add the direct link to your response to Mister Linky. One post per participant.
369 words maximum (excluding title). You may share old or new pieces of poetry
or prose, write to the prompt or to a topic of your choosing. Visit other contributors.
Comment on their words.
next week,
we will invite you to write poetry or prose which explores the following question:
What’s the most important step a person can take?
As a citizen of the world, how are you holding up?
These are such difficult times to be alive! Most of all, of course, for those who are directly suffering the terrible effects of both wars and climate change – but also for all those of us who watch in horror. For writers, there’s the extra complication of whether we have a duty to comment in protest, or whether instead we need to remind our readers of all the beauty and good in the world.
I rather believe it’s a bit of both. But in contemplating the horrors, I have most often been struck dumb. On the few occasions I’ve been able to write something – particularly on the military operations – I have wondered if it’s too inflammatory to share, if it would only exacerbate everything.
Then I bethink myself that the teachings of Jesus (although I am far from an orthodox Christian) really are the ultimate answer: Love is the only workable way to live; if we could all embody that in our dealings with each other, what a wonderful world it would be! It may be that we'd do better to write poems and stories which add to the love and joy in the world. How good if that could have a collective effect on the overall energy! Even if it raises the spirits of a few individuals – including ourselves – isn’t that well worth doing?
I don’t really know any final, definitive answer to these questions. But I do think that writing poems which celebrate life, and all or any of its components, is a thing worth doing.
So, your optional prompt this week is to write in celebration of a person, a place, a thing, whatever ...
Extra: Optional form prompt. If you care to use this, it may be combined with the prompt I’ve just given you, or with anything you choose to write off prompt … or, of course, you need not use it at all. For those who would like to (and especially Priscilla, who requested it recently) let’s try a Sapphic ode. [Instructions at the link.] They can be tricky, using what is nowadays an unusual pattern of heavy and light stresses – but that can result in finding new ways to say things. (Perhaps this pattern is more common in Greek than English, but I'm not a Greek speaker so I don't know. Can anyone tell me?) Your ode can be any number of verses. Because I find the form challenging, my own this time is only one.
Bonus (a little gift – some extra reading you might enjoy. I did!): From musician and writer Nick Cave’s ‘Red Hand Files’ where he answers questions from his public, Issue #330 talks about the inspiration for his song lyrics.
Guidelines: One post per person, 369 words maximum (excluding title and notes), post it on your blog, use Mister Linky below to link to the particular post (not your blog as a whole) and hopefully read, enjoy and make encouraging comments on others’ work.
Next week: We will invite you to find a scar on your body (or in your mind/heart), and write poetry or prose inspired by it (how it happened, how it makes you feel, what it means to you...). If you don’t have any scars (hey, it could happen!), then find inspiration in the concept of scars.
Hello, Word Artists and Admirers! One of the more awesome things in this world is a friend who gets you. Several months ago, I was in a bit of a funk. OK, it was more than a bit if I'm being honest. A good friend, who knows me pretty well, sent me a wee gift.
While this did not completely dispel my funk, it did make me laugh. And in the second that I laughed, I could see the first steps that led away from my funk a little more clearly. All I needed to do was start taking them.
So in honor of this most excellent gift, I am offering "Survive out of spite" as the optional prompt of the week. Feel free to interpret it in a way that is most interesting to you. I am taking poetry and prose, fiction and non-fiction. Just please be sure to 1) keep it to 369 words or fewer and 2) one entry per person, please.
Tune in next week, when we shall ask you to write a poem of celebration, whether of a person, a thing, an event… Optional extra: do it in the form of a Sapphic ode.
Hello, Word Artists and Admirers! There are plenty of scary things in this world. (Way, way too many.) One thing that doesn't have to be scary is starting over. Sure it can be a little frustrating, a little embarrassing even. But there's one thing that we have now that we didn't have the first time around. Experience. We're a lot smarter about the things to avoid now and with a little luck will be able to see the right way forward a lot more clearly.
This week's optional prompt is to find inspiration in the following quote: “Don’t be afraid to start over. This time you’re not starting from scratch, you’re starting from experience.” I'm taking prose and poetry, fiction and non-fiction. Just be sure to keep your word count to 369 or fewer and one entry per person, please.
Next week, the optional prompt will be, "Survive out of spite".
I hope you are surviving the cold or the heat, whichever you are having at the moment. (Nights here are very cold.)
Meanwhile, you may have noticed that we haven’t been offering you much in the way of poetic forms as prompts. We haven’t wanted to be unfair to the ‘Storytellers’ here, as in our group title, which seems to imply prose writers.
However I’m re-thinking that.
a) We can tell stories in verse too, and often do. b) Most of what people share here tends to be poetry anyway. c) The prompts are always optional. If someone wishes to regale us with a prose piece – or some free verse – when we're asking for a formal poem, that will be perfectly fine. (You may also twist or subvert any prompt. They are meant to inspire you, not restrict you.) d) The occasional formal prompt doesn’t mean that’s the only kind we’re ever going offer. e) Although I love free verse, I also like to play with form sometimes, and I’m betting I’m not the only one. In fact, I know I’m not. Some of you consistently work in form in response to our prompts. (Smiling at you especially, songwriter Nick.)
This week I offer you a range of well-known forms to choose from.
Your (optional) prompt this week is to write a limerick, a ballad, or a sonnet – or to write on the subject of formality without necessarily doing so in formal verse (or even any kind of verse). If you choose to write a sonnet, the particular kind is up to you (Shakespearian, Petrarchian, Clarian, Curtal, American ...) but please do let us know.
I'm expecting you'll be quite familiar with all these forms, but if you would like to refresh your memory, look here:
Requirements: One post per person; 369 words maximum (excluding title and notes); on prompt or not / verse or prose / new or old; post to your blog and add the url for that particular post to the Mister Linky below; please read what others share and leave some encouraging feedback.
You are also very welcome to leave comments here for the admin team, if you wish to or need to. E.g. let us know how you feel about being asked to write formal poems.
Oh dear, my treasured book of Border Ballads doesn't look very treasured, does it? But you must understand I have had it since 1956.
Bonus: After I'd finished this post (or so I thought) this link turned up in my facebook feed. It leads to two amazing sonnets, masterfully translated from Spanish by one of my fb friends. Not that I know Spanish, but the English is a treat to read – a revelation of what can be done with the sonnet form. Since we are looking at sonnets today, among other things, I couldn't resist sharing them with you. (There are several other wonderful poems there too, by other people, which have nothing at all to do with any of this, but are very much worth a read. Enjoy!)
Next week: We will invite you to find inspiration
in the following quote: “Don’t be afraid to start over. This time you’re not
starting from scratch, you’re starting from experience.”
