The best in poetry (and poetic things), this week with Matthew Kreider.
July Mosaics: The Shards
Ben Henderson’s new wobble was supposed to be the secret weapon he needed to save his career.
June Jazz: Stimulation
We buy a couple of corn dogs and head over to the free stage. My eyes wander off and I see a teenage girl standing on the back of a motorized wheelchair, lurching left and right, while her driver zig-zags across Main Street like a Hollywood stunt driver. I’m thankful city planners have shut down the streets to car traffic. Not just for the jazz festival.
But so people can move, for four days, any way they choose.
June Jazz: Dance
Jazz is what happens to all of us — when somebody jumps out of her box.
June Jazz: ‘Sweet Jazz O’ Mine’
Jazz great Art Blakey #once said, “Music washes away the dust of every day life.” With a pair of drumsticks, he did just that, uncovering a new style of bebop drumming. He gave music a new shine.
Poetry scrubs us down with a back-and-forth hygiene, too.
May Play: Results
May Play began with a chance conversation with the owner of a candy shop.
June Jazz: Improv
Light pours through the west end and floods the wooden floors of our home. James is in the front room, dancing. His clunky, horse-like heels stomp to a syncopated rhythm, following the dizzy-eyed direction of his four-year-old vision, rather than my music.
May Play: Stretching
Sometimes we start poetry with a history of strains and tight muscles. For many of us, this month’s May Play felt like therapy, a chance to purge ourselves of some lactic acid and develop more elasticity.
May Play: Conversations
Leah wasn’t quite ready to play. Sharing her poetry still felt like a risk.
A few months ago she discovered Every Day Poems and began clicking around. She spent $2.99 on our poetry daily subscription. She found intriguing writing prompts and colorful features. Most importantly, she encountered conversations.
May Play: Spontaneity
The elementary school and playground which captivated my attention as a child was torn down many years ago. A bench surrounded by flowers is all that remains.
May Play: Sharing
Win some chocolate with your Every Day Poems story.
May Play: Invitation
We’ll read your tweets and feature some plates of your weekly play each week. There’s nothing sweeter than sharing.
Tell Me More 2
After a brief hiatus, we’re resuming with the poems from TweetSpeak’s recent Twitter poetry party – that had 29 people participating and one lurker
Tell Me More, Tell Me More
Last Thursday night, some 29 people decided to “tell me more” and participated in Twitter poetry party.
NPR Tell Me More Twitter Poetry
NPR Tell Me More is calling for Twitter poetry. We’ve got a lot to share.
Fields of Red 5
Editing the tweets into poems is work — but it’s fun work.
Fields of Red 4
A (very) short primer on editing tweets from our Twitter poetry parties
Twitter Poetry: Fields of Red 3
A Twitter poetry party takes some interesting twists and turns, even with prompts.
Twitter Poetry: Fields of Red 2
Here are the next six poems from our recent Twitter poetry party.
Twitter Poetry: Fields of Red
Here are the first four Twitter poetry party poems, from a collection we’re calling “Fields of Red.”