A(nother) Year of Reading

Heidi challenged the Inklings to try a composing method that sometimes works magic for her: “Close your eyes and type a poem. Keep going until you’re done. There will always be little typos to deal with afterwards, but something about not watching what’s coming out (and immediately proofing/editing/revising/critiquing/arranging it) is extremely freeing. It’s not reall...

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The photo’s not mine, but the experience in the poem is.

I was more than a bit intimidated by the Poetry Sisters’ challenge to write a

Cottonwood Dance (a tricube)

even when
other trees
stand stock still

cottonwood’s
leaves shimmer
and glimmer

as they dance
to silent
breeze-music

(c)Mary Lee Hahn, draft

One perfectly still evening last summer, as I stood in our back yard, I happened to loo...

One of my all-time favorite poems is “Turtle,” by Kay Ryan. Every time I read it, I am gobsmacked by the language, the metaphors, the internal rhyme, the enjambment. It just begs to be read aloud. Go ahead. I’ll wait while you do. The whole poem can be found at