1. It's snowing here in Chicago today. Flurries, but still. For a poetry prompt, write a haiku about snow in April. It might include such phrases as "I shake my fist at the sky," but really, just do your own thing.
2. If you buy a poetry book online this month from some select and wonderful publishers of poetry, those presses will send another copy of your purchased book to a friend. For free. As in zero dollars and zero cents. The suggestion is to send poetry to someone who does not normally read poetry. It's like the Jehovah's Witnesses knocking on their door, but slightly less invasive.
3. There's a project going on this month, where various poets take Pulitzer Prize-winning novels and use those texts and via erasure and other collage techniques, make poems. This would be a great journal exercise or writing practice for, well, for me, but probably for a lot of other people, too. Here's one of my faves, from Germany-based poet Sarah Sloat.
4. I am still plugging away at my project to write 69 letter poems. Here's a draft of one:
Dear Family Chronicle of a Flock of Pigeons,
There
are so many of you! And so few
pigeon
heros, or dastards,
and
also, I think,
so
few affairs since
each
and every character
mates
for
life—the history of pigeons is a story
with
no wars, and no sons
elected
bishop, just over and again
the
tale of how you rose
on
a January morning
on
wings nearly
white
against
a
bank
of
darker cloud, and I read this
and
was thankful
to
be cold, here, waiting
on
the train, nearly
able
to
love the world the way
a
flock of pigeons loves
the
sky.
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