As many of my readers, my students, and those who have heard me read know, I have been writing a poem a day (and sometimes more) since August 15, 2003. This practice shares some commonalities with warming up exercises; it has become part of my own form of mindfulness. Now that I have written over 4,00o poems, I cannot imagine not writing one everyday. Sometimes I have to catch up, and sometimes I write ahead, it all depends. But I write something everyday, no matter what. When I finish a poem I believe has some common resonance, I publish it on Medium.com as well as twitter. So you can follow me there if you wish. You can find my postings since September 2014 there; from now on, you can also find my poems here again. The irony of distributing my old-fashioned craft on new-fangled social media is not lost on me. But letting my poems out into the world has led to a myriad of serendipitous connections. I am reminded of Emily Dickinson's famous words, "Hope is the Thing with Feathers." Sometimes I write from a place of hope and joy, other times from sadness or reflection. Above all, I write because I believe in the power of words to carry our feelings, to record our observations, and to allow moments of stillness in the midst of our very noisy lives.
I have been retooling my website to reflect my latest works in progress. I am deep into a novel, tentatively titled, "Lonely Hearts Online," and am circulating three completed poetry manuscripts, "A Compass Rose," "Calypso: A Wedding Dress," and, "Horses, Twilight."
“Towards East Chop” by @heathercbryant3 https://t.co/WvdBXNDEFZ