Our local park is always teeming with people walking their dogs, biking, playing sports, swinging. This is the only time we’ve EVER had it to ourselves. It felt very peaceful and sleepy. Continue reading
Category Archives: poetry
Free Online Workshop – Writing in Adversity
Do hard times inspire us to write more, or dampen our creative spirit? In this free online workshop, we’ll have an honest conversation about how living in trying times impacts us as writers. Continue reading
Curtis Crisler to Make Special Appearance at Online Poetry Event – with Giveaways!
I’m thrilled to announce that poet Curtis L. Crisler will make a special guest appearance at Poetry Society of Indiana’s online Facebook event: Social Distancing Social Media Social for Poets! This event will take place entirely on Facebook, April 25, 1:30-3p. Sign up here. Invite your friends. As some of our PSI members may know, Curtis … Continue reading
Join the Social Distancing Social for Poets
Given concerns about the coronavirus and the closure of our reserved venue, Poetry Society of Indiana has wisely decided to cancel our in-person Spring Fling April 25. However, there’s no reason we can’t meet online! Continue reading
Empty – A Coronavirus Poem
It’s hard to write a coronavirus poem without turning political, so here it is without further commentary: Continue reading
Daylight Savings Collaborative Poems
Three collaborative poems about Daylight Savings. Continue reading
Landwreck
I get the nostalgic willies when I see a corpse of a barn when I drive through the country. These noble old wreckages deserve a poem. Photo credit ID 91213 © Jschaap26 | Dreamstime.com. Continue reading
I Hate February – Poem
Sending February off with a not-so-fond farewell. Continue reading
Winter Collaborative Poems
On Winter Solstice, I challenged my social media friends to contribute winter words to a collaborative poem. Here are the results. Continue reading
The Battle of Wateredlawn
Today’s poem is another palindrome. Read it forward or backward. A poem to celebrate the last few lawn-cuttings of the year. Continue reading
Sarah E. Morin 