Six additional poems from the recent Tweetspeak Twitter poetry jam, with prompts taken from Annie Dillard's "Tickets for a Prayer Wheel."

The next six poems edited from the recent Tweetspeak Twitter Poetry jam, with the prompts from Annie Dillard's "Tickets for a Prayer Wheel."

The hair-splitting debate over split infinitives, 10x vs 10% better, Monopoly iron says farewell. Lyla Willingham Lindquist has This Week's Top Ten Poetic Picks.

The best in poetry (and poetic things), this week with Lyla Lindquist. 1 Art As an insurance adjuster, I find the term “perfect storm” an unfortunate combination of words, unless we simply mean the sort of storm which generates a lot of business for me but in which no one is hurt and only easily [...]

Years ago, I had the privilege of rubbing eyeballs with royalty. Flanked by an impressive retinue of distinguished figure heads, the fair-skinned and curly-haired king stood before a hushed audience at my university and delivered a cultural manifesto on the artist's role in creating the juxtaposition of political and religious imagery to benefit and protect society. But I was more interested in his shoes.

The best in poetry (and poetic things), this week with Matthew Kreider.

Ben Henderson's new wobble was supposed to be the secret weapon he needed to save his career.

It was another TweetSpeak Poetry Twitter party last Tuesday, and 13 intrepid souls braved the shock of their Twitter followers and tweeted away, creating lines of poetry. The prompts were all taken from The Whipping Club by Deborah Henry, the novel published by T.S. Poetry Press and listed as one of Oprah’s Hot Summer Reads. [...]

We buy a couple of corn dogs and head over to the free stage. My eyes wander off and I see a teenage girl standing on the back of a motorized wheelchair, lurching left and right, while her driver zig-zags across Main Street like a Hollywood stunt driver. I'm thankful city planners have shut down the streets to car traffic. Not just for the jazz festival. But so people can move, for four days, any way they choose.

Jazz is what happens to all of us -- when somebody jumps out of her box.

Jazz great Art Blakey #once said, "Music washes away the dust of every day life." With a pair of drumsticks, he did just that, uncovering a new style of bebop drumming. He gave music a new shine. Poetry scrubs us down with a back-and-forth hygiene, too.