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buried treasure

In poem / virtual group on March 5, 2009 at 8:28 pm

jill and i have a couple of collaborative poetry sites that have been on hiatus. even in their active days, they were relatively quiet, intimate gatherings of a few poetry-loving pals. in the wake of the difficult decision the poetry collaborative has made to call it quits, jill and i decided we’d re-invigorate (at least) one of the sites.

we are pleased to announce that the first buried treasure, “poem.,” is launching (again) on sunday, march 8. “poem.” is the place where we take the activities of an IRL poetry group — read a poem, discuss a poem, write a poem — and spread it out over the month. this month (march 2009), we’ll be discussing a poem by denise duhamel. and next month, we’ll be using a poem by ivy alvarez.

i hope you’ll stop by and join the discussions. allow the conversation and the prompts to inspire more poetry in your life.

Protected: disciplinarians

In my poems, ramblings on February 7, 2009 at 7:35 pm

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Protected: keepin’ at it

In my poems, ramblings on February 5, 2009 at 12:04 am

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Protected: anne sexton collab with jill

In collaborative poetry, patchwork poem on January 1, 2009 at 12:07 pm

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holiday tantrum

In ramblings on December 23, 2008 at 8:35 pm

jill and i have corresponded a little bit today. in between the nonsense. she’s named herself jill humbug, and i am calling myself the polka dot scrooge (a shout-out to my polkadotwitch identity).

the kids are watching the grinch (the jim carey remake). when a holiday hullabaloo goes bad (don’t they all?), he says there’s one part of the celebrating he can enjoy. he snatches the mistletoe, hangs it over his ass and says, “pucker up, whoville.”

i’m adding jim carey’s grinch to my list of crushes. we are kindred spirits. we shall reside quite un-happily together forever on top of mount crumpit. trespassers beware.

Protected: friends baking cookies

In ramblings on December 16, 2008 at 6:39 pm

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Protected: the therapy poem

In mental health, my poems, poetry gong, process on October 20, 2008 at 10:26 pm

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a poetry practice

In poetry gong, process, ramblings, writing goals on October 13, 2008 at 1:36 pm

i met with jill yesterday at our favorite starbucks. it had been so long since our last meeting. a few months, i think. we did free writes on an exercise from a poet companion. neither of us felt like we achieved much with the writing, which would have been a part of our challenge to march through the book and jump start our writing. we both have aspirations. we’re both setting writing goals.

we decided more drastic measures are in order.

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Protected: the dead artist poem

In found poem, mental health, poetry gong on October 13, 2008 at 12:03 pm

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Protected: the sensitivity poem

In mental health, my poems, poetry gong on October 13, 2008 at 12:04 am

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Protected: when you are naked

In call and response, collaborative poetry, free write, my poems, process on October 9, 2008 at 9:38 pm

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word fishing with jillypoet

In collaborative poetry, my poems on October 2, 2008 at 2:31 pm

in response to a (not so recent) read write prompt, jillypoet sent me five words/phrases she fished out of prose poems by david shumate: remarkable fish, floating bridge, monk, ballet studio and kissing. we each wrote five lines using the phrases and set out on the task of weaving the lines into a single poem.

we are trying desperately to keep each other motivated and resistant to the demands of domesticity. :)

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