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Now go through one of your own poems to see if different line breaks might improve it. (Note: a “waterbottle” is a sort of “sea grape” found less often these days than when the author lived in Bermuda .) Now try writing a poem in which you and one or more people in your family are pictured in a pose that typifies relationships and situations in the family, or a poem in which you guide us to a place that was especially important to you as a child. What clues lead you to an understanding of the situation in “Photograph”? I wrote "The Banana Hospital" because I wanted to record that experience in my life.

Mele Dancing in Eurynome’s Shoes Nancy Fitz-Hugh Meneely Letter from Italy, 1944 Susan T. Murphy In Defense of Worms Marilyn Nelson The Meeting House Patricia Horn O'Brien When Less Than Perfect is Enough Lana Orphanides Searching for Angels Jim Pearce Slant Light October's Gallery Paul Petrie Paul Petrie: The Collected Poems Garrett Phelan Outlaw Odes Mollie Pilling Journeys Pit Pinegar The Physics of Transmigration Curt Plaskon Life: Still the Greatest Show on Earth Norah Pollard Lizard Season Death & Rapture in the Animal Kingdom Report from the Banana Hospital In Deep Wanda S.

Praisner Sometimes When Something Is Singing Bruce Pratt Boreal Diana M.

Susan Allison Down by the Riverside Ways Laura Altshul Searching for the Northern Lights Bodies Passing Victor Altshul Singing with Starlings Ode to My Autumn Ina Anderson Journey into Space Jake Anderson Homeless Souls Carol A. Axelrod Passerby Don Barkin That Dark Lake Houses Marge Rogers Barrett CALLED The Making and Unmaking of a Nun Al Basile Tonesmith Sherri Bedingfield Transitions & Transformations Polly (Laszlo) Brody At the Flower's Lip The Burning Bush Stirring Shadows & new work Bob Brooks Unguarded Crossing Miriam Brooks Butterworth Just Say Yes My Felonious Friends Lull Before the Storm Katharine Carle Divided Eye The Uncommon Nativity of Common Things Michael Cervas Inside the Box Captivated A Wilderness of Chances Ginny Lowe Connors Barbarians in the Kitchen The Unparalleled Beauty of a Crooked Line Toward the Hanging Tree Jeanne Weston Cook Stunned by Illumination Melissa Croghan Cliff Walk Jane D'Arista The Overgrown Copse Kathleen Dale Rescue Mission Nancy Daley How Much of Love Brad Davis OPENING KING DAVID Cheryl Della Pelle Down to the Waters Anne Magee Dichele Waiting for Wisdom Ankle Deep and Drowning Danny Dover Tasting Precious Metal Jeff Dutko Beyond the Margins Cora M.

Ekwurtzel Such Nonsense Indoors Priscilla Wear Ellsworth Rutted Field of the Heart Charles B.

Zaret Journeys When You Can't Do Any More Geraldine Zetzel Traveling Light 1. What epigraph or epigraphs would you choose for a collection of your own poems?

Consider titles—of the book, of its three sections, and of individual poems such as “The Way the Dark Opens Out into Light,” “Falling,” and “Stone.” Look at the titles of your own poems and find one that might be more suggestive, simpler, or less obvious. Try ordering a group of your poems for a chapbook of 15-25 pages. Consider line breaks when reading the poems in Stumbling.

It is good to read the poem at first without attention to its form, then allow that form to become more evident on additional readings. Now compose a poem of your own using the same structure, perhaps a poem in which you depict a relationship with one or both parents. In "Solace," the author uses another strict form--a canzone, which repeats five end words in a complex pattern--as a way of exploring her father's life in the context of a scientific theory. I warn myself about this, so I won't end up in the booby hatch recording how many swallows of coffee it took me to get down how many little blue pills at what exact time in the a.m.

How does the use of this form enhance this exploration? In fact, feel free to criticize the fact of it, too, if it's boring, or tasteless, or boring. The other reason for telling the audience my poem was true was because my poems are true. If it's someone else's idea for a poem, I’m like a toad attempting to suckle a mourning dove. Once I tried writing a play, and all the characters sounded like the same person—me. I might be a narcissist—all this writing about myself and my life—but I rather think it's that I lack the ability to invent. Sometimes I condense or combine the literal truths. and what the weather was doing when I swallowed them.

Ferguson Flounder In: Fishers Island Sketches Kate Fetherston Until Nothing More Can Break Carol Gabrielson Fine A Tilted World Steve Foley A Place at the Table Harper Follansbee, Jr. Johnston Silk Fist Songs Weight of the Angel Arlene Swift Jones God, Put Out One of My Eyes Joan Kantor Shadow Sounds Phyllis Beck Katz All Roads Go Where They Will Migrations Les Kay Kilco Co Margaret Keane - Sister Marie Michael Keane Love Like This Jim Kelleher Quarry Mick: A Celestial Drama Elizabeth Kincaid-Ehlers Seasoning How Do I Hate Thee Tricia Knoll How I Learned To Be White Alex Kochkin From Nought Anew Judy Kronenfeld light lowering in diminished sevenths Joan Kunsch Playing with Gravity & new work Pam Lacko Laughing in the Face of Cancer Susannah Lawrence Just Above the Bone Kenneth Lee Sweet Spot Lake Effect Ann Mirabile Lees Night Spirit David Leff The Price of Water Depth of Field Mary Leonard The Sweet & Low Down Gregory Le Stage Small Gods of Summer Hope Is a Small Barn Suzanne Levine Haberdasher's Daughter Grand Canyon Older Than Thought Rebecca Lilly A Prism of Wings Light's Reservoir Tom Mallouk Nantucket Revisited Srinivas Mandavilli Gods in the Foyer William H.

In the Aftermath of Grief Anne Carroll Fowler The Case of the Restless Redhead Tom Gannon Food for a Journey Barbara Germiat Look, the Silence Jessica Gigot Flood Patterns Jonathan Gillman My Father, Humming Sarah Glaz Ode to Numbers Nicholas Giosa This Sliding Light of Day Dick Greene Explorations Ingrid Grenon Simply This Lorence Gutterman Small Circles of Time Joan Joffe Hall In Angled Light Nick Harris Learning to Love Marye Gail Harrison Full Face to the Light Doris Henderson Full Face to the Light Joan Hofmann Coming Back Kevin Hogan My Ríastrad Deming Holleran Gypsy Song Sara Ingram Sounds of House and Wood Bob Jacob Perspective: Hospice Poems Brooke Herter James The Widest Eye Cecelia D. Matchett Airplants Lois Mathieu Snow Raining on Glass Laura Mazza-Dixon Forged by Joy Rennie Mc Quilkin Private Collection The Weathering Visitations A Quorum of Saints Dogs North of Eden Afterword James B.

In fact, her poems are full of abrupt changes or contradictions. This could mean a shift in style or form, or a chance to explore an issue on which you are divided; for example, two sides of the self might address each other as in a debate or dialogue.4. Usually it is a small thing that brings back memories of our childhood, in this case an abundance of red cars (and, later, an abundance of black-and-white television ads). I decided to make it humorous so that it would be palatable, and also because it was humorous. So my poems are a selective record of my life and what I've seen. It was in 1983, at the age of 43, that I started writing.