The Word You Wake Up With
The other day I woke with the word interregnum suspended in my mind. I was intrigued. So, I wrote the word at the top of the page and before I knew it a story began to form around it!
Saying Yes to a Piggy-No-No
clichés are clichés for a reason! They are words or expressions that are small packets of syllables that contain time-tested truths. Often they help describe otherwise hard-to-pin-down concepts. As with core human experiences like beauty, joy, love, and great sorrow, it’s hard to put words to how poetry and dreams move us.
I’m Halfway Through My Year of Poetry
It may be true, as Audre Lorde says, that poetry is not a luxury. But it feels luxurious to indulge my love of words, my search for meaning, and my dedication to craft through reading and writing poems.
Finding What’s Lovely In Another Pandemic Winter
If you’re having trouble finding what’s lovely about January this year, you’re not alone. I’ve been hearing from many of you, and it seems that all the courage and positivity we mustered as we headed into our first pandemic in 2020—is wearing as thin as an old pair of socks. And yet there are comforts to be had, even on snow-covered New England days. Sartre was right, the compact elegance of a poem can be deeply satisfying at this time of year. Dreams offer another source of consolation.
One Poem in Thirty
Each day when I sat down to write, I was aware that I was picking up, in some ways, where my mother had left off. Here’s a poem I wrote to honor all that is left unfinished in each life.
How Dreams Helped a Poet Find Her Voice
“Thanks to my training with Tzivia and the Institute for Dream Studies, and with Tzivia’s Dreaming on the Page (DOTP) offerings, I have finally begun in earnest to weave together these two muses. When I write, I honor my dreams and infuse them into my waking world, and when I dream, I open to the fertile field of inner voice and direct revelation.” –Poet Jennie Meyer
What do you do when poems run dry?
Scraping the bottom of the dry well of inspiration this morning at breakfast, I wondered: “Where is the next poem?” I scooped some yogurt into a bowl, grabbed a section of past editions of the Sunday New York Times that had piled up on the sideboard–and within moments I found my answer.
Why I’m writing 30 poems in 30 days
Some good reasons I’m writing to support immigrants and refugees right now… … and how you can help Hello friends, Despite having a plate overflowing with projects. Despite this pandemic. Not to mention the election: …
Throw Your Phone in the Ocean and other Cures for Writer’s Block
Besieged by a bottomless inbox Earlier this winter it was clear that my plate was full. No, it was overflowing with projects! Luckily, I had booked a trip to Puerto Rico to attend a writer’s …
Reporting from Within
Imagine a world in which the pundits on the nightly weigh in on big dreams from the day’s headlines. What did the reigning monarch dream last night? What recurring nightmare is plaguing the Prime Minister? Imagine the anchorwoman and talking heads arguing over interpretations of what these dreams might mean for cities and countries around the globe.