Join Laura Boggess as she hops the fence and wades through the grass to sit a while under the leafy branches of a giant tree.
Become a Better Writer: Maple Syrup Artist Date
The syrup-making man shares about his business, his face shining as he talks, and I surprise myself by accepting an invitation to visit his sugar house.
Artist Date: Apiary
On a visit to an apiary, the bees live out a powerful metaphor for anyone who wants to become a better writer.
How to Become a Better Writer: Marinara Artist Date
Ideas for how to become a better writer may be as close as the back yard, or even the kitchen. Today’s artist date will make you hungry for more.
How to Become a Better Writer: Clover Artist Date
Laura Boggess knows how to become a better writer: go on an Artist Date in the back yard, where the clover beckons.
Artist Date: Sesquicentennial
Come along on an Artist Date? This week, we explore a state capitol and see what its history can tell us.
Artist Date: Adena Layers
Come along on an Artist Date? This week, we’re humming to layers of souls.
Artist Date: Orchid Conservatory
Take an Artist Date to the un-useful plant section of a conservatory. Un-useful, that is, unless you see the value of sudden play.
Journey into Poetry: Laura Boggess
I was afraid of poetry. And so, I avoided it.
Why Poetry: The Story Knows, 12 (Final)
I miss you, my friend.
Why Poetry: The Story Knows, 11
Oliver called hospice the next day. The nurses came and went like ghosts…
Why Poetry: The Story Knows, 10
The watchers started laughing in her head and she put her fingers to her temples.
Why Poetry: The Story Knows, 9
The moon was slowly rising over the poster board horizon—its waxing gibbous a face turned away from their party.
Why Poetry: The Story Knows, 8
For a woman who needs nursing care every few hours…It’s just too risky.
Why Poetry: The Story Knows, 7
“What I wouldn’t give to see the ocean one more time before I die.”
Why Poetry: The Story Knows, 6
Every day this week it was the same: two poems a day and Justine asleep in a half an hour.
Why Poetry: The Story Knows, 5
Pain isn’t a wound we can stitch to a close…
Why Poetry: The Story Knows, 4
She thought she would never see him again and shame burned her cheeks as she remembered their last encounter.