write like your hair is on fire.

I never knew teaching an online writing class could be such a wholehearted, full-bodied experience. But it is. If you are drawn to knowing who you are, where your creativity resides inside you, and what stops you from expressing yourself like your hair is on fire, I hope you will join me for the next VerbTribe online writing class (starts May 16th). Go here for more info! It may change your life, not just your writing. Here’s what a few folks had to say about it: VerbTribe is pure magic. The real kind. The life-changing kind. Conjured from the brilliant mind and boundless heart of Patti Digh, this is, hands down, the BEST way to really get your writing on. Patti’s served up something that’s wildly fun, deliciously different and profoundly effective – a special sauce that dissolves excuses in the blink of an eye, opens doors you never knew existed and gets you in the most gorgeous word-ey groove ever. I felt different by day three. And, really, this is about so much more than writing. VerbTribe has given me new eyes. The awesomeness that I’ve experienced here will stay with me for life. – Fabeku Fatunmise “After only 8 days, I am remembering WHY I write and HOW I write. The daily work seems so simple and easy, yet it has taken me deep into places I had forgotten and am so glad to be rediscovering. This course is about so much more than just creating a regular writing practice. It is about connection and adventure and exploring our edges, using our words to find the way.” -Ruth Davis...

poets love the intangible.

Intangible I am in love With the light that illuminates the dust Resting on her hair Convinced that those diamonds are god’s way of saying hello And reminding me that this very common is not so common at all But part of something bigger and much older than Floors I haven’t had time to sweep I am in love With the soft sigh of an animal body Laying next to me Trusting the sigh itself is the voice of god Saying good morning, you are sweet, and something bigger Than a warmth emanating from a heartbeat That does the dishes and takes out the trash I am in love With a breeze that slips under my door Around my toes Reminding my soles they are meant for a holier path Than the walk I take to fix the draft That might just be saying, this Is the blessing of love -Jess Ryan I love this offering by Jess Ryan, a member of the first VerbTribe, in celebration of National Poetry Month. [photo from...

poets know where “here” is.

Lost Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you, If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here. No two trees are the same to Raven. No two branches are the same to Wren. If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you, You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows Where you are. You must let it find you. ~ David Wagoner You must let it find you. In continued celebration of National Poetry...

sing it all in your own voice.

My friend Amy McCracken (Richmond on our 3x3x365 blog) has declared today to be the National Day of Tess Ptak. Here’s what she wrote on her Facebook wall this morning: I love the responses that are pouring in: Folks are making suggestions for how to celebrate: Singer/Songwriter Tamara Bailie even wrote a song for Tess, a beautiful paean to kids who are different, and special, and loved as they are. Click here to hear the song, Fly, by Tamara Bailie “Fly”  Tamara Bailie – March, 2012 Some of us can see the colors Some have never seen Some of us can tell the stories Some have never dreamed Some of us are used to hearing Something isn’t right Some of us are learning something Some may never find Fly Close your eyes Let your light shine As you rise Into the sky Leave the rest behind Just Fly Some of us love deeper than Some others think is wise Some of us are more than Someone else may recognize Some of us see beauty in Some of the smallest things Some of us are made of Something stronger than we seem Fly Close your eyes Let your light shine As you rise Into the sky Leave the rest behind Just Fly May you be brave May you be strong May you write every word To your own song May you be bold With every choice And sing it all In your own voice Fly Close your eyes Let your light shine As you rise Into the sky Leave the rest behind Just Fly…   It is easy to feel...

poets start close in.

Start Close In –David Whyte Start close in, don’t take the second step or the third, start with the first thing close in, the step you don’t want to take. Start with the ground you know, the pale ground beneath your feet, your own way of starting the conversation. Start with your own question, give up on other people’s questions, don’t let them smother something simple. To find another’s voice follow your own voice, wait until that voice becomes a private ear listening to another. Start right now take a small step you can call your own don’t follow someone else’s heroics, be humble and focused, start close in, don’t mistake that other for your own. Start close in, don’t take the second step or the third, start with the first thing close in, the step you don’t want to take. My celebration of National Poetry Month continues with this poem by David Whyte. With thanks to VerbTribe member Eileen Getches for pointing me to these...