As Spring blooms, Tweetspeak’s Poet Laura, Laura Boggess, is finding floral and poetic awakening in the garden just in time for National Poetry Month.
Tweetspeak’s Poet Laura, Laura Boggess, spends Mardi Gras without power but offers up a chocolate sonnet after a gift from her chocolate patron.
This month, our intrepid Poet Laura visits chickens on a chilly day, bearing delicious grapes and heartfelt sonnets.
As we leave 2020, our Poet Laura reflects on the generosity of the earth to her inhabitants, and considers ways to give back to the earth. Earth poetry included!
Can a poem be generous? Our Poet Laura, Laura Boggess, considers the generosity of gifting a poem, whether crafted or curated, to another.
Meet Laura Boggess, our newest Poet Laura and the first “Laura” Poet Laura and get a glimpse of her dedication to whimsy.
Tania Runyan concludes her year as Tweetspeak’s inaugural Poet Laura and passes the torch to 2021’s resident poet.
Should the Poet Laura leave poems about Chicago or New York on the moon? Let the pizza decide.
While Tropical Storm Laura heats up in the Atlantic, we add this poem to our Poet Laura collection of “poems about Lauras.”
Tweetspeak’s official Poet Laura, Tania Runyan, has been hard at work finishing up her latest title, How to Write a Form Poem. Get a sneak peek at what’s coming.
In these days of social distancing, Emily Dickinson proves a wonderful guide to the sustained solitude and isolation many are facing for the first time.
On a frosty day in suburban Illinois, Tweetspeak’s Poet Laura, Tania Runyan, gathers up four hens and an Emily Dickinson collection for an adventure in reading poems to chickens.
In this month’s column, inaugural Poet Laura Tania Runyan nibbles around the edges of the chocolate poem box and comes up with some thoughtful delights.
In the latest Poet Laura installment, Tania Runyan tells of famous Lauras in history and writes poems to less famous — yet noteworthy — Lauras.
Our inaugural Poet Laura, Tania Runyan, reflects on the business of the season, the perfect time to realize that one doesn’t have time *not* to write.
We’re turning 10 years old. It seemed like the perfect time to announce an inaugural Poet Laura. What’s that, you say? Come and see. (And discover the honoree.)