Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The Sea

Winslow Homer, The Gulf Stream, 1899

Peggy here in Southern California. This week I want you to write about the sea.

Much art and writing through the ages has been about the sea.  Sometimes it is peaceful and beautiful, other times it is something raging and terrifying.

You may live near an ocean or perhaps it is something you have never seen. Perhaps you have had experiences with a sea or maybe it is something you only dream about.

South Africa, photo by Peggy Goetz, 2006

Is the sea a part of your work, or something recreational, or perhaps just something that is part of your world. Or is the sea something you rarely think about.

So write about the sea. I look forward to reading what you all will come up with.

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Tuesday, September 2, 2014


JEANS: n, A pair of trousers made from denim cotton

Designer jeans, skinny jeans, boot cut and flare... jeans are everywhere. Some wear them baggy, some skin-tight, some don't wear them at all.They can be pre-shrunk, stone-washed, cut-off, dyed, stretched, zipped up or buttoned up. And they've been around for centuries.

In the mid-1800's, Levi Strauss created durable clothing made from tent canvas tough enough for miners: overalls. Years later, his denim blue jeans were considered daily wear for miners and ranchers. By the end of the 1800's, the Levis we know today were made in factories everywhere.

Are you aware that in the mid-1900's, jeans symbolized teenage rebellion before they became acceptable wear for social events?

Do you remember Brooke Shields and her Calvin Kleins?

Did you know that rather than washing jeans, odors can be destroyed by freezing them?

This week write a poem about jeans: someone who looks good in jeans, tattered jeans, jeans that you have to lie down to button up, comfortable jeans, stinky jeans. I'm sure you can think of something!

BONUS- Write a poem small enough to fit in the pocket of jeans. 20 lines or less.

As always, please visit other poets who link up for this prompt. Check back periodically through the week, too.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Back to School


It is that time of year again. Children in your area have headed back to school recently or are gearing up to start very soon.

Nearly everyone can relate to what it feels like to be inside a classroom and, of course, we all have memories of preparing for this very special time, we remember the feel in the air, the excitement and anxiety, the new clothes and supplies.

For some of us, going back to school is associated with family or national rituals such as the Schultüte (a cone filled with goodies) in Germany, the new uniform in the UK and countries where the British influence can still be felt.

So this week, I'd like you to write about going back to school.

Think about what the first day of school evokes for you. Do you have sweet or bitter memories? Does one particular year stand out? Why? Are your children or grandchildren going back soon? What is or was it like to accompany them on their very first day?

First Day At School

A millionbillionwillion miles from home 
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?) 
Why are they all so big, other children? 
So noisy? So much at home they 
Must have been born in uniform 
Lived all their lives in playgrounds 
Spent the years inventing games 
That don't let me in. Games 
That are rough, that swallow you up. 

And the railings. 
All around, the railings. 
Are they to keep out wolves and monsters? 
Things that carry off and eat children? 
Things you don't take sweets from? 
Perhaps they're to stop us getting out 
Running away from the lessins. Lessin. 
What does a lessin look like? 
Sounds small and slimy. 
They keep them in the glassrooms. 
Whole rooms made out of glass. Imagine. 

I wish I could remember my name 
Mummy said it would come in useful. 
Like wellies. When there's puddles. 
Yellowwellies. I wish she was here. 
I think my name is sewn on somewhere 
Perhaps the teacher will read it for me. 
Tea-cher. The one who makes the tea.

(Roger McGough)

Introducing a New ME!

There’s a new ME this year,
An on-time ME,
A clean-desk ME,
A first-to-hand-in-assignments ME,
A listens-in-class-to-the-teacher ME,
A teacher’s-pet-for-the-first-time-in-my-life ME,
An-always-willing-to-be-good-and help-out ME,
A dead-serious-get-the-work-done-and-hand-it-in Before-it’s-due ME.
The problem is The new ME Is not like ME At all.

(Kalli Dakos)

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