A little birdie (*cough*@eddiecabbage) told me @christopherpoindexterwas hosting open DMs on Tuesday nights…and Christopher…since I love you…if you’re hosting, I’m roasting. Respectfully yours, my dear. ❤ #YouBeHostinIBeRoastin #RoastedPoindexter #NOMS #AnswerMyDMChristopher
What’s not to love about this poem by Marianne Williamson? What an encouraging and insightful piece of prose! I have this sitting on my writing desk for inspiration, and as a daily reminder of who I am and who He calls me to be, as a woman, as a friend, as a wife, and as a writer. As the year closes and a new one dawns, I draw upon this poem for what my goals and desires for this next year will look like. A new chapter is opening for me and my writing career; there is no room for…
Filling some #Etsy orders tonight after the holiday hiatus. I’ll be doing #PopUpPostcards now, taking shorter poem blurbs and typing them on postcards so you can actually address and mail them! If you’re interested, message me and we’ll talk details. 🙂 Happy weekending!
Busy time of year, this Christmas season. But whatever your “type,” I wish you and yours an incredible time of giving and fellowship, family and friends. Remember the reason for the season! I’ll leave it to Dr. Seuss: “And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from…
My dear friend, Eddie Cabbage, and I decided to do a non-collaboration by hosting Pop Up Poetry On Demand together this evening, combining my #PopUpPoetry and his #PoetryOnDemand. We opened up our Instagram feed to poetry subjects as requested by our followers and friends alike, and the following post is a gallery of what we came up with: 12 custom poems by each writer, so 24 total. (Yes, a long post, but we promise it’s worth the read!) I’m always in awe of Eddie’s improv poem abilities, and I am beyond blessed and privileged to have him as my mentor, my colleague, and most importantly, my invaluable friend. Thanks for such a fun evening, everyone! And remember, you can purchase these poems via Etsy as a 2-poem-package, typed and signed by Eddie and me. Enjoy!
You can follow @eddiecabbage on Instagram and on his website at EddieCabbage.com.
Comments beneath each image are written by the respective author.
First #PopUpPoetryOnDemand piece for @zacharyburlingame. (Apologies for the delay, I’m doing this in public tonight, hah! Lovely little interruptions.) An excellent prompt, my friend. I definitely feel you on this. ❤ Best wishes to you. Check out @eddiecabbage for his interpretation of this prompt for Mr. Burlingame!
LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!! #PopUpPoetryOnDemand is coming to an Instagram feed near you. Like RIGHT MEOW. (We are combining my #PopUpPoetry and Eddie’s #PoetryOnDemand.) Now accepting poem requests via Instagram. Please think of some good subjects as @eddiecabbage and I will only be choosing 12 tonight! You are permitted to comment a request only once (well, you can submit multiple but we will only consider your first). At the end of the evening there will be 24 original poems, which will be available to purchase as 2-poem-bundles from Etsy.com/shop/TheRhetoricalRedhead. Eddie will be mailing his 12 signed poems plus an additional 2…
Guys…whatever happened to Rhyme? And why is it so taboo in modern writing?! Screw customs and social expectations when it comes to the words we bleed. We should pen anything and everything that burns within us. And for a long time, it has puzzled me, personally, to see how nearly ALL “traditional” conventions (brilliant as they are) have been kicked to the gutter for this modern trend of simple prose broken into shorter lines (of which I am guilty–I am no better). As for Rhyming, it is awesome and timeless. It has a time and a place, sure; we don’t want…
#truestory Some poison that needed to be bled out in prose tonight.