Last week, on the first day of the Advanced Poetry Workshop I'm teaching this semester, we did the obligatory round of introductions of all class members. One student piped up, out of the blue: Let's also say what our favorite movie is! And so we did. Mine is always and ever Cinema Paradiso, perhaps because for me it captures so perfectly the nature and quality of nostalgia— for a place which formed you, but which in leaving, you find you can never fully return to even if you might physically come back to visit.

For me, this place that I can never stop writing about is Baguio, where I was raised and where I grew up. I sometimes wonder, do those who never leave ever experience a sense of loss or longing for the selves they might have become if they had gone somewhere else, instead of staying put? 

Some things feel like they never change, at the same time that of course you know they have. Deep inside, I've always felt close to my own particular sense of "me," though time and multiple experiences have also augmented that. I can't explain it well, but it seems it has to do with more than what words like "individuality" represent.

This sense of my interiority is something I want to protect, because somehow I understand it can shrink, even become lost—and without it, nothing of the other identities I possess (daughter, mother, wife, teacher, writer, friend, and more) could make up for it. And I would be bereft.

Sometimes it feels like a place of deepest solitude, and other times a place lined with windows out of which I can turn my face with bright curiosity and interest. But it is also changing with the years; I am older. The camera is panning outward, moving toward a distance i can't see clearly yet. Sometimes this makes me feel unbearably sad; other times, I try my best to learn to sit in stillness, before being claimed again by the world of unending care and obligation. .
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Thank you so much to everyone who came out for Marianne Chan‘s and Luisa A. Igloria's double book launch/reading/conversation at Prince Books Saturday afternoon 17 August — and to our beautiful discussant Courtney Tala McCaskey — our hearts are full!

Thank you to the ODU Filipino American Alumni Association, Nestor Lunasin, Vicky Manugo Greco, and Max Frias for the amazing reception and all your preps… we are so lucky to be in community with you!

Friends, join us at 4:00 PM on Saturday 17 August 2024, at PRINCE BOOKS in downtown Norfolk, for the Book Launch and Reading/Conversation to celebrate the new books of Luisa A. Igloria (Caulbearer, Black Lawrence Press) and Marianne Chan (Leaving Biddle City, Sarabande Books).
Poet and ODU MFA Alum Courtney Tala McCaskey will moderate.

Light reception fare will be provided by the ODU Filipino American Alumni Association.

Book sales and signing will follow.

Friends — please mark your calendars for Sunday, 30 June / 7:00 PM ET (6:00 PM CT) on Zoom.

The event is free, but please register here: https://tinyurl.com/murhp48c

Happy National Poetry Month, everyone!
I'll be posting a month of poetry prompts (will do so in weekly batches) — ˆI hope you enjoy writing to them!

Please check back often.

30 April
Pick 5 words that are concrete images, from one of your favorite poets/favorite books (including words that may be in other languages). Think about how that writer uses these words. Do you use them differently? Similarly? Think of 5 concrete words that float to the top of your mind today and use them to build a poem.

29 April
Sometimes the body knows before we do, or before the mind registers it. Intuition? Sixth sense? Luck? Write about the moment before and/or the moment after you experienced that kind of flash of knowledge. What happened?

28 April
What did sunlight look like in the kitchen of your childhood?
​What did rain sound like on the roof of that place?

27 April
Who is your favorite villain (in fairy tales, pop culture, literature at large)?
Write a poem-letter to this character; what would you say?

26 April
Write a poem in which you take something back.

25 April
Find a fun or intriguing fact about something in the natural world. Do some more light research on it to find out other facts or contexts in which it appears. Make these paths lead to a poem.

24 April
My trainer is always telling me to pin my shoulders back (I typically slouch), in order to free the muscles there for better movement. What is your poem muscle that sometimes slouches? Write about that.

23 April
What are the words that stick to your mouth and will not be dislodged?
What are the words that go to bed with you?
Write a poem about these.

22 April
What is your favorite number? Write a poem about it.

21 April
In the new translation by Stephanie McCarter of Ovid's Metamorphoses, the opening lines are 

     My spirit moves to tell of shapes transformed
into new bodies. Gods, inspire my work
(for you've transformed it too) and from creation
to my own time spin out unceasing song.

These speak of change as a process wrought not only on the forms or shapes transformed, but also on the one/s who are moved to create or effect such change.

Write a poem about a change that has had this effect on you.

20 April
Write a poem about the question/s that you still carry with you to this day.

19 April
Jane Hirshfield wrote about Ono no Komachi, a legendary ninth-century Japanese poet who had lived in the busy capital but who in her old age "came to dwell at the periphery in a number of different ways—[but who carried] within her story a wisdom still essential to the writing life.” Write a poem about that kind of necessity, of inhabiting in-between, marginal, or nearly invisible spaces ; and what it might teach us as poets and as humans.
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18 April
Write a poem of prophecy.

17 April
I first saw the "Infinite Zoom" technique at work in a children's picture book (but heck, I bought it for myself!) called Zoom, by Istvan Banyai https://youtu.be/Kgi-RCEjOLw - it's a delightful and magical exercise in zooming out and out (or in and out), to show how a single detail is related to much bigger universes, in turn. Write a poem that uses it as a technique for development and focus.

16 April
Write a poem that is an extended definition of something, by developing it through related/extended metaphors (for example, Jane Hirshfield’s “Today, My Hope is Vertical”
www.newyorker.com/magazine/2024/04/08/today-my-hope-is-vertical-jane-hirshfield-poem )

15 April
Write a poem of instruction on how to do something that might seem harder than what it looks, or vice versa - that might seem easier than it looks

14 April
Write a poem in which you consider the marvelous in the ordinary.

13 April
Write a poem about your favorite underdog or dark horse.

12 April
What goes on in the periphery of vision, on the edges of a scene? There are such moments in Breughel's famous painting that W.H. Auden captures in the poem "Musee des Beaux Arts"— while an important thing is happening, "the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse/ Scratches its innocent behind on a tree."  Write a poem about a significant moment, by focusing on the "peripheral" things surrounding it. How could this perspective allow you to say more about your subject?

11 April
A week ago, we pruned the branches of our fig tree. Regular, annual pruning is supposed to help encourage a concentration of growth, leading to more prolific fruiting. Use a pruning analogy or metaphor in a poem—it doesn't have to be about a fig tree, or any kind of tree. Rather, what is it that you want to shear away in order for something to grow better?

10 April
In dreams, who comes to visit you? Write this visitation in a poem.

09 April
Complex emotions are shaded in a multitude of ways, and they are best expressed not as abstractions but rather, when the writer is able to find a concrete embodiment (in image, metaphor, language) for them. For instance, we know sadness, misery, or envy because we know what their opposite states are, and vice versa.  Write a poem that explores these kinds of connection in what we feel, through a specific instance or memory. 
 
08 April
Trivia is often a fun poem starter. What kind of poem could (or would) you write, after learning that a platypus sweats milk? or that the circulatory system is more than 60,000 feet long? or that in a lifetime, an average human produces enough saliva to fill two swimming pools? 

07 April
Today is the birthday of my first-born daughter. Do you know anyone whose birthday it is today? Write a gift poem.

06 April
What's something (or things) whose absence makes it feel like everything would fall apart? Write a poem about that. 

05 April
Have you ever received a note or a letter (it doesn't matter how long ago) that you didn't know how to respond to at the time? or that you simply forgot? Write a poem which both recounts some of the occasion for previous correspondence, and which attempts to make that (re)connection now. 

04 April
Write a question poem—one in which you pose a question that interests and intrigues you, and that comes out of the attention you pay to some riveting detail you've (just) discovered, or a specific incident in contemporary life. You don't have to provide any answer/s.

03 April
Sometimes, a poem is made of lines that read like quiet observations, even if the poem does not lead to any grand conclusion. In a way, this feels reassuring in a world which is full of cross-talk and chaos. I find that such poems allow me to just rest in what they say. What are some things you know at this moment? What are some things you don't know? Write a list poem about either of these (or write two poems). 

02 April
What is dissonance? It could be the sound or music of language that moves in ways we couldn't have expected in a poem. Or it could be an idea or event that might make its presence felt in that kind of way. Think of a "dissonant" sound, word, idea, or event. Write a poem that explores what it makes us feel more sharply attuned to. For instance—a ship hit a bridge pillar and the bridge collapsed. Imagine that sound, impossible to unhear, cleaving an otherwise ordinary, early morning. What does it make you think of and/or feel? Write a poem about that. 

01 April 
Take a proverb, wise saying, or memorable quotation, and write a poem that makes it concrete and specific. Use any poetic approach, but make the poem a lived, vivid, credible experience in itself. Do not use the words of the proverb or quotation in the actual poem itself, though you could use some or part of it in the title or as an epigraph to the poem after you are done.

Happy first day of National Poetry Month on April 01 this year!

As I've done in years past, I will be posting a poetry prompt for each day of April. (But I will do batch-posts by week.)

The poet Mahmoud Darwish said, "“Poetry and beauty are always making peace. When you read something beautiful you find coexistence; it breaks walls down.”  

​May our words do such necessary work.

Friends, 

I'm a contributing editor to the next issue of Consequence — an international literary journal that focuses on the human consequences and realities of war and geopolitical violence, through literature, art, and community events. 

We are soliciting submissions from BIPOC artists for the next issue. 

• Volume 16.2: Call for Submissions

Submissions are open till April 15, and we would love your help forwarding this call for submissions to BIPOC artists, writing teachers, and networks you know.

Founded in 2009, Consequence strives to promote a clearer and more nuanced understanding of what’s at stake in choosing to wage war or engage in conflict. 
 
The journal publishes six genres— fiction, poetry, nonfiction, reviews, visual art, and translations. 
​This issue's guest editors also include Marcus Jackson, Deborah Taffa, Luisa A. Igloria, Daniel Fernandez, and Adonis Brown. 
 
Please help us spread the word to BIPOC artists who may be interested in submitting!

Friends, please join us on Saturday, 10 February, for TWO programs celebrating the East Coast launch of DEAR HUMAN AT THE EDGE OF TIME: POEMS ON CLIMATE CHANGE IN THE U.S. (Paloma Press, 2023) --

MINDFULNESS WALK 
12 nn - 1:00 PM
Meeting/Starting Point: Mallory Country Club in West Ghent 
907 Weyanoke Street Norfolk, VA 23507

Sponsored by the Elizabeth River Trail Foundaton

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READING & BOOKLAUNCH/SIGNING PROGRAM
5:00 - 7:00 PM
Ryan Resilience Lab
4610 Colley Ave, Norfolk, VA 23508

Sponsored by the Elizabeth River Project

We're so grateful for the ongoing recognition of our anthology Dear Human at the Edge of Time: Poems on Climate Change in the US (Paloma Press, September 2023) .

This sends us the message that besides the science which gives us the important information we need as we face the growing challenges of climate extremity, there truly is also a great need for expressing and hearing our stories and poems.

We're thrilled therefore at this recognition of our efforts in this book, through this message from President Joe Biden at the White House.

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Also, here is the link to the interactive DEAR HUMAN microsite (from our collaboration with PoetsForScience and the Wick Poetry Center). We hope that you'll check it out, interact with the poetry prompts there, and share with your own networks.

As we move into 2024— if there are poets who are near enough each other and might consider organizing DEAR HUMAN readings in their area, please let us know so we can see how to be of assistance and how we can help to publicize.

In the meantime, thank you so much again for your words and hopes for a better world!

Today marks 13 years of writing at least a poem a day.

When I began this daily writing practice, I had no specific plans for sustaining it over such a length of time. I had no idea.

I was simply driven by my own need to carve out some time in the day— every day— where I could meet myself in my writing, by trying to tune out the sounds of other kinds of demands even if only for the space of half an hour to forty minutes at a time.

There are many things I've learned about myself and about my own writing process and habits; and there are many more things I know I am still learning.

But what my daily writing practice has given me, besides poems to return to and revise and organize into book manuscripts (4) or chapbooks (4), is the joy of knowing I am happiest writing poems. For me this simply means, writing poems is my favorite way to process the information daily life throws at me.

And I am very grateful.

Here's a prompt I shared in the final session of my recently concluded Poetry Workshop at The Muse Writers Center; I wrote it in the form of a letter --

Dear Poets,

On New Year’s Eve afternoon this year, I reluctantly let myself be cajoled into joining our friends/neighbors for an impromptu dinner at their home. I was tired; no, more than tired, dispirited. We’d had a really terrible year, with illness in the family—the back and forth to the doctors, inconclusive results, plenty of trial and error. These kinds of things of course have an impact on our ability to work, to give of our own internal resources; to find rest, ease, laughter… Of course this is hardly original, nor is it new. 

But when I sat down at my desk to compose this and a prompt for our final week/meeting ahead— I was reminded of that day, looking up/away from this computer, where, by the window, there’s a thriving Monstera plant next to a small potted Pilea.

That New Year’s Eve afternoon, after we’d eaten, our friends Sookyung and Harry impulsively said, Let’s go around the corner so you can meet our new friends! They’d met them, she said, because of some random-seeming thing: finding a wallet a few days previous on one of their walks, with their one year old in a stroller… The address was only a few houses away, and they were delighted to be able to do a good deed. When we got there, we were immediately enfolded— by grandparents (who immediately asked to play with S & H’s toddler), nieces, some work friends. People were gathered around board games at the dining table, and a miniature disco ball winked over plates of snacks in the kitchen.  

We didn’t stay long, because babies had to be put to bed, and it had started to rain. Before we said our goodbyes, though, I complimented our host enthusiastically on the lush and beautiful greenery inside her home, especially all the large and glossy varieties of Monstera in practically every corner. I wish I had a green thumb like yours, I said. She reassured me they were not hard to propagate, then disappeared down the hallway, only to come back with a large glass vase with two Monstera stalks in it, little root filaments waving in the water. She thrust it into my arms—Happy new year! 

Such a small but generous gesture, but I was overwhelmed. It didn’t magically erase the difficulties and all the feels we were feeling then, but it gave me a tiny green burst of hope.

Today, a new leaf has just unfurled from the stalk. Spreading their beautiful hearts open in the window, they remind me to look up and pause.

~ Luisa

Writing Prompt
Look up from wherever you are and whatever you’re doing.
Write about what catches your eye (large or small) — and what you remember. 
Is there a story that rises to the foreground? Write about the you in that memory 
               either from within the memory, or from the point you inhabit now, in
               the present.