In a new Pandemic Journal entry, Laura Boggess reflects on the cutting back of things literal and figurative in a time of social distance and isolating.
Pandemic Journal: An Entry on the Light Outside My Window
Light outside the window after days of chilling rain offers new hope in the buds, in the eggs, in the peonies, even in the pandemic.
How to Be a Better Writer: Tree Artist Date
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.