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Yes, I’m still on about the poetry class

Yes, I’m still on about the poetry class

Don’t ask me why. I’m not even a poet. But I really wanted to learn more about how to write more beautifully. So, in child-like stomping-ness, I found the format called a cinquain. Read about it here. My attempt: Drums beat floating on air Catch my heart’s reverie mirroring a time I once knew, long gone

Who Gives a Rip About Poetry?

Who Gives a Rip About Poetry?

In the last few weeks I signed up to take two poetry seminars. Both were cancelled for lack of interest. A novel-writing course at the same venue was so popular they had to add a second session. Which lead me to wonder whether anyone gives a rip about poetry. I do. Poets know how to pack a punch is so few lines it makes me shake my head in wonder. I still am amazed at the power of four tiny lines in one of…

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