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Becoming a writer: finding something to say

Being writers is what people are; becoming published is what writers achieve when someone believes they have something to say.  Publication validates you. It says someone thinks: your writing is understandable;  your writing is interesting,  and therefore your writing is publishable. Being published means you get to take on the ridiculously impossible challenge the privilege of writing for strangers who don’t really care about you. Readers are busy people. They …

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How poetry ignited a long-term online friendship: a conversation with Violet Nesdoly

  Are you interested in writing poetry, and connecting with other writers? Are you wondering whether there are any benefits to writing and reading poems? To explore these questions, I’m inviting you to eavesdrop on my long, virtual conversation with Violet Nesdoly, as we cyber-talk (or, more accurately, as we type back and forth) about …

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Tracy Lee Karner

Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey: my love affair with poetry, part 3

Wordsworth was twenty-eight years old when he composed Lines in 1798. 190 years later, I was twenty-eight when I first read his poem, and immortality touched me. I had tried repeatedly to appreciate Wordsworth’s poems. I trudged through them only because they had been assigned and I was a dutiful student. But I found his poems difficult …

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Sleeping in the Forest: my love affair with poetry, part 2

One of the first contemporary poems I loved was Sleeping in the Forest, by Mary Oliver. To adequately love a poem, you must prepare its dwelling place; memorize it. Revisit it frequently. When I found the poem (late 1980’s): Reading that poem (which is under copyright and not legally available online) felt like meditation to me. It felt …

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