 Welcome to Poetry Friday. Tanita at {fiction, instead of lies} is hosting this week. I have some of my daily haiku this week to share amid a couple of announcements. Mar 12 line by line ruler in hand, find small errors © jone rush macculloch, 2026 Mar 13 only unlucky thing wind and rain Friday the thirteenth © jone rush macculloch, 2026 Mar 14 the ocean tide goes on forever Pi day © jone rush macculloch, 2026 Mar 16 tide watching negative ions wash over peace comes from writing words flow with the tide © jone rush macculloch, 2026 Sneak Peek 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.
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 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. Welcome to the last Poetry Friday of 2025. Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect. She's sharing a poetry sister's challenge of writing on the theme of peace, light, or hope. To read the poem inspired by thinking of her mom, head there. In December for my Daily Haiku practice, I tried to incorporate those themes. Dec. 3 day begins in the bird's song-- quiet hope all aglow Jone Rush MacCulloch, 2025 Dec. 9 atmospheric river rainy sheets inside— fire, books, peace Jone Rush MacCulloch, 2025 Dec. 14 sandy hook never forgotten lives cut short light a candle write a poem Jone Rush MacCulloch, 2025  My 2025 OLW was DREAM. It served me well. I dreamt about possibilities and acted on them. One significant action was to abandon pursuing a Highlights Foundation Scholarship to instead, hire, Cordelia Jensen to coach and provide feedback on my almost ready to publish novel in verse. I had taken classes from her via Highlights in the past. Her feedback enabled me to get to the stage I'm at currently; working through copy edits. Dream had me pursuing contests and submissions along with showing my photography and art in two places this year. It's been a fabulous word. Next week, I will reveal my 2026 OLW which honestly started tagging along with DREAM about five months ago. Winter Poetry Pop-Up Salon: January 10, 2026 11AM-12 PM ESTCome and let's write together in community on Saturday, January 10. Sign up HERE.
 Heidi at my juicy little universe is hosting this week and is sharing poetry news. Last Saturday morning I hosted a Poetry Pop-Up Salon for poets to gather and write for a short amount of time. It's a great way to generate a wee amount of work and just noodle with poetry plus the bonus of being in community. Today I'm sharing my very rough drafts from the two invitation prompts I used: harvest and the phrase soaked with the moon from "Jack and the Moon" in Marie Howe's latest book, New and Selected Poems. We typically write for about 20 minutes and share. It is so interesting to see how each writer uses the prompt.  My doodly and scribbly writing in my notebook. Prompt: Harvest-FIre-Key When the moon is full Harvest begins At night, the sneaps, the turnips, are at their fullest Gran tell me it’s key for the highest nutrients At home, a kettle boils water over the wood fire Plop, plop, plop, Tiny moons into the pot When the moon is full Harvest begins ©jone rush macculloch, draft 2025 For the following prompt, I love playing with golden shovels. Of late, I've been thinking about time, time folding, and time travel. Thus the following draft, a triple golden shovel. Prompt: soaked with the moon from "Jack and the Moon" I. On the mesa, a woman soaked her clothing in a wooden tub with Sage and mugwort. The tincture for solving disputes on a full moon II. Midnight tides soaked us, drenched us with seaweed strands. We wore them like the selkies and danced under the full moon III. Time particles soaked with filaments of sandstone and sea salt. The Amalgamation of time travel under the full moon ©jone rush macculloch, draft 2025 OUESTION:
Would you be more likely to join a Poetry Pop Up on a weeknight for an hour-ish time to write and talk? Or are Saturday mornings better? Or does it matter? Jane at Raincity Librarian is hosting the wonderful community of poets and creatives. She has accomplished leaving links and I commend her. Technology is so useful and yet can be a challenge. I will try my very best to comment, I'm heading to the coast with family until Tuesday.  I had an opportunity to try another of the poem prompts from Tricia's summer swap. This is a lipogram. I wrote without including words that had A or I. Recently, I’ve had two resident woodpeckers return to my suet blocks. red top knots downey woodpeckers peck-peck-peck suet seed before the sun melts the block bug puddle (C) jone rush macculloch, draft, 2025 Pop-Up Poetry Salon, Saturday, August 9, 2025If you would like to sign-up for the Pop-Up Poetry Salon on Saturday, August 9, 2025 at 11 AM EST, please leave your info HERE.
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