Each weekend, over at our iAnthology network for National Writing Project teachers, Bonnie or I or a volunteer post a writing prompt. It’s always sort of a challenge to find an idea that will engage as many of the close to 400 members as possible (on average, about two dozen folks will contribute to a prompt each week).
Yesterday morning, I was trying to come up with an idea when I got a link shared to me by Ira Socol, who was responding to my post about 25 word stories. I loved the poems he shared, which are structured poems. I didn’t see a name of the style, so I called it X by X (X being the number of lines and then X being the number of words per line).
The response has been pretty wonderful, and I have been using Cinch to record audio responses to everyone’s poems, giving some voice to my reactions to their writing. I love the simplicity of Cinch and how easy it is to embed into our site. And since it a site where geographic distance is everything, having a voice connected to your writing gives it a certain power of response, I think.
Here are the poems that I wrote and shared:
Dog walking, cold
fingers, cold toes,
silent morning frost
Four balls bouncing loudly
against the garage floors
echo like a shotgun —
can’t take it anymore
Lying here in the silence
of the night, no movement
in the house, save me,
and my own restless thoughts
The smiling face is silently mocking
the reason why I am crouched
on the floor, with my youngest.
I hold the plastic action hero
in the air, as if fighting,
when what I desire is peace.
“Seven” is what I said when asked
what is my favorite and magical number.
We sit, elbows touching, at the table
where his fingers hold a crumbling cookie
of fortune and mystical numbers of chance.
I expect the next question: “Why seven?
but it never comes; only quiet munching.
And here is my podcast, via Cinch:
Peace (in the Sunday poems),
PS – If you are a Writing Project teacher looking for a supportive space for writing, drop me a comment and I will invite you into the iAnthology network.