 Linda at TeacherDance has a lovely haiga for us today as she hosts Poetry Friday. Were you a reader of Sylvia Vardell's Yearly Sneak Peek List? Here's the one for 2026. Were you aware that 2026 is the last Sneak Peek List from her? Jena Benton Lasley and I would like to create a small group to continue this amazing tradition, Would you be interested in becoming a poetry scout and help with creating a list for 2027? It is mainly having eyes and ears as to what is coming out in the poetry world in 2027. If so, please fill out this form (Name and Email). We'll be in contact with you. Save the DateThe next Poetry Pop-Up Writing Salon will be on Saturday, April 11, 2026. It will be at 11 AM EST. It's going to be a busy weekend for me as I am hosting on Friday, April 10. Perfect way to celebrity National Poetry Month. My life has been tinkering and working on Tilt. This weekend my brother turns 70. I can't believe five years ago I wrote this poem to celebrate him
I Never Regretted Not Having a Sister Sixty-five year ago, I informed our grandmother about babies. Showed her Mom’s nursing book. Clearly a stork was not involved. Right after that Mom and Dad brought Jon Robert home. Not the cowboy I was expecting, A pink, wiggly creature who made a lot of noise. We negotiated a peace but when on road trips foot fights reigned supreme in the backseat. Summer of ‘61, our grandmother sat between us across the US. I pestered and threatened his blue bellied lizards, captured and maintained in an old coffee can. Squirted lotion on me just before school. Parents showed no sympathy. Summers were adventures in the park, a mud-quick-sand sinking, me defending him by punching the next door neighbor boy. He carried my violin case and spied on my boyfriends. I left for college, left my only brother behind. Had our own paths to follow. Stayed in the northwest. Jon was there for the first marriage, when we had to clear pot smoke before the parents arrived. He was there when the marriage ended and I needed an ear. Worked his way up in Rocketdyne from custodian to a travelling consultant. Jon has incredible knack of reinvention so when the consulting days ended, he went to massage school, graduate with honors, (Something he did better than me). And then life took another turn, retiring-ish to the Oregon Coast. Paths have criss-crossed, parents are gone. We are the head of clan, eligible for Medicare. Brother, I love you. © jone rush macculloch, 2021 draft Still holds true five years later.
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 Karen at Karen Edmisten* is hosting Poetry Friday this week. She wrote a poem in the style of U.S. Poet Laureate Arthur Sze as suggested by the Poetry Peeps. This will be something I will try later this month. Happy Blog Anniversary to Me In about 2006, I started a blog. Before Solace in Nature, I had a blog on libblog.net and that is now longer viable. I was excited to showcase the library happenings in that blog. It let to me have a personal blog at blogspot. I ran out of space for photos, moved to Wordpress until 2020 until I moved to Weebly. And during Wordpress days, I had Check It Out for all the library happenings. I was looking at stats and roughly I have 0ver 2500 posts. I am terrible at stats and it's hard to comprehend that I write that much. The Poetry Friday Community is a safe haven for me. I have met so many people through connecting with poetry each week. Thank you for always stopping by. As a thank you, drop a comment. I'll put your name in a winner generator app and select someone to receive a copy of Tilt when it publishes and a small heart from my "Love, Always, 2026" project. A tiny update on Tilt. I gave corrections to the book designer on stanza and line spacing alone with some minor editing. We have chatted about font choices and formatting. It's fascinating. I will need to go through again for any errors. It's one of my fears about getting the book into the world. I want it to be error free.
I was looking through the old blog posts. I totally forgot that I was a guest blogger at Author Amok As Spring is approaching and really we're in meteorological spring now, it's the perfect poem. Spring By Jone MacCulloch Our time will come again, say the emerging daffodils in the dazzle of the sun as pink calypso tulips bloom. Say the emerging daffodils: Our time is brief as pink calypso tulips bloom during spring's first rain. Our time is brief, sing the robins during spring's first rain while worms wriggle in the grass. Sing the robins, We'll be back while worms wriggle in the grass nectar awaits the first arrival of bees. We'll be back in the dazzle of the sun nectar awaits the first arrival of bees. Our time will come. © 2014 Jone Rush MacCulloch Save the DateThe next Poetry Pop-Up Writing Salon will be on Saturday, April 11, 2026. It will be at 11 AM EST.
It's going to be a busy weekend for me as I am hosting on Friday, April 10. Perfect way to celebrity National Poetry Month. Margaret at Reflections on the Teche has poems from prompts through the Ethical ELA during the monthly Open Write. Monday, I returned to the kindergarten class where I subbed last Friday. On the way to school, the teacher texted me and asked if I could do some poetry. I didn't have my go to Bellow! Bleat! Boom! by Georgia Heard but isn't that what ebooks are for? So I purchased it and was ready. I had the good fortune to have two fourth graders be available to assist and of the 18 students only eleven were in class. (Flu and colds making the rounds). I managed to get eight completed. I began with a word bank chart: animal, sounds, color, food they would eat and stressed it didn't need to be real), and a wish. |
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