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My poem for this week is Alberto Ríos' delightful "We Dogs of a Thursday Off." What do you like to do on an unexpected day off?
Robert Lee Brewer wrote up an inspiring blog post about Twitter as fodder for our creative writing.
Speaking of generating some new writing, Diane Lockward offers an abundance of ideas for "When You Have No Ideas of Your Own." Are there other places you look to for writing inspiration?
Bethany Suckrow shares "Mingus at the Showplace" this week on her blog and reminds us that in our technology-riddled days, "radio hasn't died, and neither has poetry."
Have you heard about Findings? Reading's social side is ready to have a party.
Because I am hungry as I'm writing this blog, and also salivating while thinking of all the yummy things I'll be cooking up in the kitchen for our family night, I thought I'd include this recipe for making brownies out of cake mix. A couple of weeks back, I had a strawberry brownie I've been dreaming of ever since.
What do you have going on? Reading? Writing? Other simple pleasures?
Wishing you joy this week! Andrea
P.S. If you haven't read about the Month of Letters yet, I'd love to send you something through the mail in the month of February. I'm forgoing email for the handwritten note for 24 days.
I like the idea of strawberry brownies ... I don't think I've ever had one before, but the strawberry/chocolate combo sounds amazing.
ReplyDeleteSimple pleasures here today, I've been out walking with my daughters. Last winter, we did our walking over and through mountains of snow. This winter, every day feels like spring.
Hi Joanne, I'll try to remember to take a photo of them. I guess they are more like strawberry blondies...I am going to experiment a little with them by adding some chocolate chips.
DeleteYour walk sounds relaxing. It feels like spring here today too. I hope your Sunday ends as sweetly as it began!
I fed the birds today. And I've got a novel in my head that is sort of thinking of coming out through my pen. And poems are dancing around the edge of perception...waiting to come in out of the cold.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a nice day, Mark. I hope that novel makes its way to your pen. Thanks for your comments!
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