Join author Callie Feyen as she recalls Thanksgiving beauty that spilled over into her wedding. And write your own Thanksgiving poem.
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Thanksgiving poems, from gratitude to the table. This one has its share of both.
A poet offers a word of thanks: “Something which says, you didn’t need to make room for this—the onions, the beets, the linen closet, the river and the copper…”
Join author Callie Feyen as she walks through her dark morning and writes a gratitude poem and invites you to write your own gratitude poems.
May we share love’s touch with another during this Thanksgiving season, even one whose “need of touches we had never known.”
Give thanks for “the vines of the gourd and the rich melon run” with a Thanksgiving poem, The Pumpkin by John Greenleaf Whittier.
Is succotash something to be suffered or savored? Laura Lynn Brown offers a warm reflection on the dish, with a savory succotash poem and Thanksgiving recipes.
In his new collection of poems, Dave Harrity tells stories with simplicity and clarity, firmly planted in his Kentucky landscape.
Thanksgiving, it seems, is at much an act of memory as of the present moment, a time of reflection. At least to hear Emily Dickinson tell it.
Wherever you are, make it splendorous and warm during the hopeful Thanksgiving season.
We’re wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving with a beautiful book, tea, and toast Thanksgiving giveaway!
We continue our 50 States of Generosity series with a focus on North Carolina and its Christmas trees, especially the popular Fraser fir.
For the Ides of March, Tania Runyan has a Julius Caesar “Opposite Day” poetry prompt.
All the Grinch wanted for Christmas was singing. He just didn’t know it. We discuss the magic of song in our holiday Children’s Book Club.
Author Callie Feyen considers all the things unsaid in her weekly poetry prompt—things we can re-see with a little rearranging and remembering.
When writer’s block threatens to derail, one writer finds a way forward in music, baking, friendship and the practice of “living it a while.”
Callie Feyen believed she’d lost the poetry of teaching, but Megan Willome showed her that poetry (and teaching) hadn’t lost *her.*
What does freedom mean? L.L. Barkat considers the complications of this timeless question, in the company of tractor pulls, rifle shining, a trilling creek, and angora rabbit clouds.
Writer Eddy Harris canoed the Mississippi River in 1985, and he discovered that the river has its personality, its mood, and its conversations.
By Hand is a monthly prompt that focuses on freeing our words by using our hands. This month, we’re exploring decorating with Megan Willome as our guide.