 Welcome to Poetry Friday. Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect has hosting duties this Friday. Two weeks ago, I shared my 2025 OLW: Dream. Yesterday, at book club, I had a DOVE chocolate. It had a message: "Be the dream." I've been working diligently and with focus to get my WIP finished this year. My goal to finish had been for last year. Sometimes you have to adjust goals. But I am feeling good about 2025. I am participating in the #365picturetoday. Today is "journey". Perfect.  Last call for January 18, 2025 What: "Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter." - Martin Luther King Jr. Let's create or write poems for persistence, for presence during the Martin Luther King, Jr. weekend. Let's share our work in community. If you are a writer, a poet, a slow stitcher, or artist, join us for a couple hours of creative community. 11-1 EST If you can only join us for an hour, great. Join us. Join here: Creating for Persistence. Do You Have a Poem to Share?I am looking for poems from poets to donate for use in my Texas Women's University Mid-Term Poetry Video project. Poems should be long enough for about a 1 minute video.
Please share your poem at 2025 TWU POEMS.
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Kat at Kats Whiskers has the Poetry Friday hosting duties and shares a poem about cats and dogs.
I returned to Mrs. Martin’s fourth graders I had the opportunity to teach winter poems and we created snowman art. I absolutely love how the snowman turned out. Their expressions! I modeled that they could tear the circle out instead of using scissors and they did. They used the remaining whit paper to create the snow. 
I used four poems from The Dirigible Balloon:
Winter Word Warning by Lisa Roullard The Day After the Snow Day by Theresa Gaughan Winter Fairies by Moe Phillips (We also listened to this one) Wintertime Fair by Mary Cronin Students had copies of the poems and we underlined wintry words that we would like to see in our poems. I then challenged them to use at least one of their underlined words. I put them into the PADLET. They are in Section 2. So scroll past Section I. By using the teacher and adding sections, I can maximize the allowed number of free Padlets. Saturday, January 18, 2025
What: "Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter." - Martin Luther King Jr.
Let's create or write poems for persistence, for presence during the Martin Luther King, Jr. weekend. Let's share our work in community. If you are a writer, a poet, a slow stitcher, or artist, join us for a couple hours of creative community. 10-12 EST If you can only join us for an hour, great. Join us. Join here: Creating for Persistence.
Spiritual Journey Thursday: 2025 One Little Word For the last thirteen years, I have chosen a One Little Word. My 2024 word was "Expand-take a Risk." It served me so well. From sharing art in the community to going to Japan, my world expanded. So in thinking for the word this, several came to mind. I've chosen DREAM for 2025. Langston Hughes' "Hold fast to dreams /For if dreams die/ Life is a broken-winged bird/That cannot fly. " has always resonated with me. Finding quotes that make me want to copy them down has been trickier. I found two that I used for golden shovels. A golden shovel, riffing on wilde. A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. ~Oscar Wilde I disagree with Wilde...it's never a punishment to see the sunrise. And this quote by Anaïs Nin: Dreams are necessary to life. ~Anaïs Nin Dreamers find their way by moonlight Consort with the dreamers the ones who find the tchotchkes and trinkets left on their deck by crows. The ones who know the way to the sea by their whimsy and moonlight ©jone rush macculloch, 2025 (draft) Dreams are necessary to life Anais Nin In my dreams the ravens are at the feeder. They’ve returned the necessary keys and word, I lost last decade to the divine chaos of life. ©jone rush macculloch, 2025 (draft) Invitation for Saturday, January 18, 2025What: "Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter." - Martin Luther King Jr. Let's create or write poems for persistence, for presence during the Martin Luther King, Jr. weekend. Let's share our work in community. If you are a writer, a poet, a slow stitcher, or artist, join us for a couple hours of creative community. 10-12 EST If you can only join us for an hour, great. Join us. Join here: Creating for Persistence.  WINTER POETRY SWAP JOY I'm always excited when Tabatha Yeatts puts out the call for poetry swaps. I love out poetry community, our connected collective. This year, Tanita Davis and l swapped. Her poetry rock will be on display with my other rock words, She's nudged me with some slow stitching with a little felt embroidery project and given me words for future poems. Thank you, Tanita.   Michelle at More Art 4 All is hosting Poetry Friday. The last one for 2024! How can that be? The Poetry Sisters December Challenge to write a Haibun. The Poetry Sisters, Tanita, Laura, Mary Lee, Liz, Sara, Tricia, and Kelly have haibuns for your reading enjoyment.  The universe gained another star this week. I love glimmering stars but honestly, I think there have been enough people to reach the stars this year. I don’t remember if it was the Highlights Foundation or Georgia Heard’s workshop during Covid in which I met Beth Brody. Something connected with us and I had the good fortune to talk poetry, take more workshops, and share poetry for feedback with her over the last five to six years. This past year a quartet of us had met via Zoom to talk poetry about every six weeks. It was apparent that Beth was struggling with an undetermined health issue. This fall, the diagnosis of lymphoma was given and Beth was on her way with chemotherapy treatments. In my text over the weekend, we talked about a David Baker class that she’d signed for and the importance of not overdoing. So it was a shock to hear from her dear husband, Bob, that she had passed away on Monday. I will miss her. She was the queen of poetry punctuation and line breaks. I learned so much from her. She was so encouraging and funny. When she shared the diagnosis and treatment, she wrote she would emerge with the daffodils. I will be waiting for my daffodils to emerge this year. I plan on holding a poetry gathering via Zoom to honor her. You’re invited. Obituary Beth Brody, Writer  I love the haibun form. This year I had two accepted into the Portland Haiku Society chapter's anthology.
Crossing Bridges is a new haibun anthology by The Portland Haiku Group, edited by Shelley Baker-Gard and Shasta Hatter. Our anthology features haibun by ALXSw, Ellen Ankenbrock, Steve Bahr, Shelley Baker-Gard, Chandra Bales, John Budan, Terry Ann Carter, Maggie Chula, Lisa Gerlits, Shasta Hatter, Jone Rush MacCulloch, Cathy Merritt, James Rodriguez, David H. Rosen, Ce Rosenow, Diana Saltoon, Jacob D. Salzer, Marilyn Stablein, John Stevenson, Carolyn Winkler, and Johnny Baranski. Crossing Bridges was published by Lulu Press, Inc. in 2024, and also features artwork by Carolyn Winkler. Crossing Bridges is available to purchase on lulu.com for $15 USD. The following haibun is one that I've been working on about a place from my childhood. The Knolls Late summer after fifth grade, my family moved. Dad accepted a teaching position and we were having a house built. Grandma called our new location, “the god-forsaken valley.” We had a six month wait as our house was built. Scouring the real estate ads in the newspaper, my parents found a cabin-like house. It was nestled among scrub oak, California lilac, and sumac, a change from manicured lawns. We moved in. Definitely not built to code. I adored the house’s quirky ways. My bedroom closet was lined in cedar. I could walk in it and inhale its woodsiness. It was the enchanted forest I dreamt of many nights. Everyday, the bus would drop me off at the bottom of our dirt road driveway. It was the best adventure. Mom felt otherwise. My brother and I tracked in dirt, leaves, and sometimes mud from playing outside. At night, coyotes howled. Often, my night emergency room nurse mother was greeted in the morning by our neighbor, a wizened tattooed lady, offering her a beer. two months later moving truck brand new apartment © jone rush macculloch |
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