Memoir Notebook is a monthly column dedicated to longer creative non-fiction works. Today, Wm. Anthony Connolly is cutting onions. Or is he?

Sometimes poetry is just begging not to be understood. In this week's 'poemcrazy' book club installment, we're invited to 'not think, not understand.'

Charity Singleton Craig hosts a segment of our Poets and Writers Toolkit featuring Six-Word Memoirs to spark creativity.

We're reading 'poemcrazy: freeing your life with words' together at Tweetspeak for National Poetry Month. This week, we talk about listening to ourselves.

The best known haiku attribute -- the 17-syllable count and 5-7-5 rhythm -- turns out to be its least valid attribute. Christopher Patchel explores Why Haiku.

How long must you lie on the floor staring at the ceiling before you're ready to write that story? We're discussing The Novelist by L.L. Barkat in our new Tweetspeak Book Club. Come on in and join us.

As I sip a dark red vanilla rooibos in a Seattle teahouse and type these words, I am feeling rather smug. Today is Hug an Author Day. Already, I have hugged fourteen dead writers (via Facebook, of course. I didn’t exhume them or anything. That’s just creepy). I have also hugged five living writers, among [...]

By this time, I’m ready to ask the chicken question. I’ve been scratching around for an angle, and even as I type this, I don’t have one. But Kim Addonizio tells me I don’t have to know where I’m going when I start writing, and even goes so far as to say it might be [...]

My entry into poetry did not happen in a night. Oh, sure. It may look that way. One day I was calling poetry “cryptic nonsense” and practically the next, posting a lengthy poem on Facebook about lumberjacks, kitchen knives, Twinkies, and the persuasive powers of semi-colon eyelashes. Now, she’ll never take the credit for it—no, [...]

This week we kick off the Poetry Classroom, a new feature in which a college professor and his or her students host a conversation about a poem—and the public is invited to join in! Our first professor, Brett Foster, teaches at Wheaton College in Wheaton, Illinois. His first poetry book, The Garbage Eater, was published [...]

You could say I’m playing around with writing a sonnet today, as long as your definition of “playing around” is broad enough to include tapping aimlessly on my desk to The Guess Who’s Bus Rider.  Our Canadian columnist Matthew Kreider loaned me one of his famous Ticonderoga pencils this weekend. It keeps a terrific desktop 70s beat, [...]