Tuesday, November 25, 2014


We all know how to do things. Some of us know how to bake bread. Others know how to ride a horse. And there are people who know how to take the subway. Thus, if someone asks us, we are usually able to explain how to do these things. Conversely we can all listen and learn how to do new things.

That's what a ‘how-to’ poem does. It explains the different steps involved in doing something. The difference is that we use our imaginations more and tackle topics that are not as practical as riding a bike or making jam.

In the how-to poem the poet assumes the voice of the instructor, the guru or even the philosopher. Subjects and styles are limitless. They range from practical advice for the way to cook the perfect pasta to how to speak in riddles, end cyberbullying or let go of grief.

How to Make a Dadaist Poem

To make a Dadaist poem:
Take a newspaper.
Take a pair of scissors.
Choose an article as long as you are planning to make your poem.
Cut out the article.
Then cut out each of the words that make up this article and put them in a bag.
Shake it gently.
Then take out the scraps one after the other in the order in which they left the bag.
Copy conscientiously.
The poem will be like you.
And here are you a writer, infinitely original and endowed with a sensibility that is charming though beyond the understanding of the vulgar.

(Tristan Tzara)

Tract by William Carlos Williams can also be considered a ‘how-to’ poem.

So today I’d like you to write a ‘how-to’ poem. The tone and intention of your poem are yours. What you write can be serious or lighthearted, genuinely helpful or even intentionally misleading. 

After writing your poem, post your link below. And in the spirit of community, visit others as well.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014


photo by sergio martinez

who are you?

perhaps this is a question that you have a firm answer to. for many, it is a lifelong quest, determining who they are, understanding who they are.

perhaps who you are is defined by your particular beliefs. perhaps it has been defined for you by others --- what they say about you and what you believe about what they have said. maybe your parents defined who you are. perhaps your past has determined who you became.

maybe you know more about who you are not, than who you are.

our poems help our readers determine who we are, whether they are written to address our identity or the world around us. we can learn a lot about others by how they interact with the world, the priorities they choose, the things they say...


who are you?

this week i want you to write a poem that specifically addresses your identity --- who you believe yourself to be  -or- a poem that specifically identifies who you are not...

Tuesday, November 11, 2014



Dreams appear as a fake reality in certain stages of sleep. We do not have any control over this happening that may range from common and ordinary to surreal and bizarre. The world of dream has no boundary. Time has no meaning and space can be distorted.


From ancient to the modern every culture had their own interpretations of dreams. While the minds of the antique past believed dream to be the soul’s journey leaving the body; oracles, omen, prophecies or even the best way to receive divine revelation modern psychoanalysts explain dreams as manifestations of our deepest desires and anxieties.

Dreams sometimes leave their impact on creative minds.

By Salvador Dali

·Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening (1944) is a surrealist painting by Salvador Dali showing Freud’s influence on surrealist art.


·        ·The poem Kubla Khan by Samuel Tailor Coleridge was composed one night after he had experienced an opium influenced dream
·        Mary Shelley’s dream about an eccentric scientist paved the way for the novel Frankenstein.

Many are of the opinion that our waking state is a dream too. One day it will break.
13th century Persian poet and Sufi mystic Jalaluddin Rumi says:

                         Bad Dream

              One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.
              You’ll say, ‘ I can’t believe I was so asleep!
              How did I ever forget the truth?
              How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness
              Are anything other than bad dreams.’    

This week our exploration is in the dream world.
Write a new poem connected with dream.
Please share your new poem using Mr. Linky below and visit others in the spirit of the community.