This year, we join the gang over at NaPoWriMo in yet another clumsy attempt at creating a draft of a poem every day for the month of April. Jennifer L. Knox will, very unfortunately, not be joining us, but Jason Schneiderman will!
We ask only a few things from you:
1. Don't touch the wild poems. We ask that you kindly do not remove, copy, or share these baby poems on your own blog or website. (Even though it's awesome that you might want to!) Feel free to comment or share this link, but we take these drafts down after a bit in order to work on them, submit them to magazines, and put them in our books.
2. Be gentle. These are drafts. We don't write a poem a day every month because it's really really hard. If you see something on here that you don't like or that isn't very good, both of those things are OK and we understand. Just don't judge us.
Gulp. Here it goes.
Monday, April 01, 2013
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
AWP Memories
From what I recall, the writers' conference went something like this....We drove and luckily avoided all the storms. We stayed in a creepy hotel outside of Cleveland and we listened to audio books and the dog slept the whole time like 13 hours was nothing.
There was so much snow. It was hard to get out of bed and go. I went and then there was so many faces and names and blurs and beauties. I was overwhelmed and overjoyed...
The conference was insane and wonderful. So many panels. So much talent. So much love. Here's Nick Flynn reading an Alan Dugan poem (an amazing event).
Milkweed Editions threw a special party with Manhattans. And we brought bourbon from Kentucky. Adam Clay was a king.
This was my first AWP with Lucas and now he'll have to go every single year from now on. I just decided.
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