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inspiration ~

I saw this social media post with a haiku plus 3 syllables, and it inspired me to take action:

Photo taken from a social media post about writing poems

My Response to the Leaf Writer

I did what you said

I found leaves and rocks, penned verse,

left for others to

discover….

We were camping at FD Roosevelt State Park in Pine Mountain, Georgia, and the leaves are starting to change. I found an assortment of leaves and rocks and took the advice from the

post.

Mary Oliver verse on a rock

This writing on the rocks makes me think of my time in Asheville at the Grove Park Inn, which has been fiercely and steadily on my mind over the past week. I’ve heard much about Biltmore House, but very little is out there except for a statement that I could find on the Grove Park Inn’s website. Besides the old caged elevator and the mega-sized fireplaces with rocking chairs lined up in front of them, one of my favorite things to do at the Grove Park Inn during my visit there was walking around and reading the quotes from books etched into the rocks in the lobby. Perhaps this rock with its lines of poetry is one small way to keep the city of Asheville and its devout love of the arts close to my heart as they heal.

I do hope that The Grove Park Inn finds a way to temporarily host the National Gingerbread House Contest in November this year to another location if they are unable to have it there – which I’m sure may be next to impossible. My vote is for Atlanta, and I’d love to buy 15 tickets and bring the children and grandchildren!

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Book Talk Continued, an Illustrated Reverse Haibun

I shared, they listened

we engaged in the need for

more writing to heal

My haibun today is in reverse – my haiku is first, my narrative is second, but I’m also adding pictures to make it an illustrated haibun.

The evening kicked off with Craig Logan’s welcome to TUAC and introduction, and then I was honored to share the journey of my writing group’s most recent books after the publication of Bridge the Distance and Rhyme and Rhythm: Sports Poems for Athletes. I printed these notes and placed a copy on the podium to guide me through the evening.

Book Talk Agenda and Talking Points – October 3, 2025 6:30 p.m. TUAC – Thomaston, GA

Agenda Timeline

6:30 – Welcome/introduction/talk

7:00 – Stop talking and take Q and A, Drawing for free books from David’s Bust Vase

7:30 – Reception, Meet and Greet, Book signing

Talking Points

Thank you for coming!

Land Honorarium of Place, Native Tribes, People, Our Stories (keyword for the evening)

In The Beginning: 

Write before Read   – – the photograph of Dad’s stacks of books/me as a baby seated among them/ him studying/ firm roots in books and language

Crayons – writing in the books, or how I to read and write using Crayola names of colors

Childcraft – Harold Monro “Overheard on a Salt Marsh” Poem fixation, and….

a Child’s Garden of Verses – two copies by age 6

Checklist Book:  Memoir, my first book – Father, Forgive Me: Confessions of a Southern Baptist Preacher’s Kid

The Middle: 

Mother’s death, NCTE Convention, and Sarah Donovan with The Groups at www.ethicalela.com that emerged ~

Bridge the Distance (Oral History Project through Oklahoma State University)

                        Rhyme and Rhythm (an invitation to an anthology – read Golden Shovel)

And then……we coded prompts since 2016.  Predominant themes emerged:  Healing, Assessment, Community Spirit, Technology uses, and Teachers’ needs for shorter texts and stories

Who wants to work on which books?  We made groups.  

  • 90 Ways of Community by Sarah Donovan, Maureen Ingram, and Mo Daley (Read poems from here) – Mo Daley’s poem – “She Told Me Many Months Later”
  • Just YA an anthology of over 15 writers
  • Words that Mend: The Transformative Power of Writing Poetry for Students, Teachers, and Community Wellbeing and The Authors
  • ePoetry by Sarah Donovan and Stefani Boutelier was picked up by a a major education publisher and will come out in 2025
  • Assessing Students with Poetry Writing Across Content Areas: Humanizing Formative Assessment for Grades 6-12 by Sarah Donovan, Barb Edler, Kim Johnson, Anna Roseboro, and Gayle Sands is under contract with Routledge and will come out in 2025

The Conclusion:

Keep writing – set a timer – tell your story. Write it down. SHARE it. Your story matters.

Q&A

*Photos shared with me by Bethany Johnson and Briar Johnson, and I am ever appreciative of my sister-in-law and my husband for their outpouring of love and support!

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Book Talk

August was a month of preparations for the launch of three of the five books that my writing group has written over the past couple of years. Words That Mend: The Transformative Power of Writing Poetry for Teachers, Students, and Community Wellbeing, 90 Ways of Community, and Just YA launched on September 2, and we celebrated the birth of these books via Zoom and Facebook Live a few weeks later.

August was also preparation time for local book events, the first of which was held last night pretty much in the middle of the Upson Lee Homecoming Parade in Thomaston, Georgia on the courthouse square. One week after Hurricane Helene’s blustering of wind and heavy rain that necessitated our one week delay, I arrived on the square two hours ahead of time to seek parking among the throngs of people and the flurry of floats.

Earlier in the day, I’d considered leaving my car parked on the square and getting a ride back, but I’d stopped by Ace Hardware in town looking for a foldable wagon to pull my baskets of books in, even if I ended up having to walk a few blocks. The salesman had one little red wagon left, and he took it to the back, unboxed it, and installed the wheels for me, pulling it right back up to the checkout and wishing me well. (Local small-town shopping is a thing of the past in most places, and I was grateful for his stellar customer service).

Little Red Wagon in my back seat, ready to load up books

The Thomaston Upson Arts Council (TUAC) is an active, thriving group who bring cultural arts and literary events to the forefront of the city of Thomaston. I entered the place I’d been several times before, offering a land honorarium not only for the Native Americans who’d once called it home but also for all people who had ever lived in Thomaston and their stories. This arts council is a model for keeping arts in the spotlight, and I perused the photography exhibit on the walls, spotlighting landscapes of America.

Tomorrow’s blog will feature more of the actual book talk now that the stage of place and arrival has been set. Today, I stand back and take in the whirlwind of life: returning to normal after a storm, traffic, a friendly Ace salesman pulling a little red wagon to me and wishing me well, a passing parade with spectators and a line of Homecoming Court high schoolers waving from the backs of convertibles, the tops of cars, and the beds of trucks. All of this feels like the twirling leaves of fall descending upon us as we think of the cozier days ahead – – hopefully, filled with mugs of cider, cozy blankets, and reading fireside in the early mornings.

Autumn Change Nonet

the time of the fall of leaves has come

twirling, spinning, lining the curbs

pops of orange, red, yellow

decorating the town

crunching under foot

heralding change

as summer

packs its

bags

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Sparkling Windchimes



a gift from my grandchildren, who know

their nana enjoys birdwatching:

sparkling hummingbird windchimes

to hang on my front porch

to make me smile each

time they clink-chime

and shimmer

at day’s

dusk

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Written during our Book Launch Celebration on Sunday

On Sunday, we had our book launch celebration, and we began with……well, what else? Writing! I wrote a 20 Questions Poem, falling short by about 9 questions. Our first 23 minutes includes a writing prompt, and then there is discussion about our books. Enjoy!

How do we celebrate this excitement of our book?

How do we scream and yell loud enough?

How do we jump high enough? Run in place fast enough? 

Smile big enough? Laugh loud enough?

How do we let the joy out slowly enough without bursting wide open?

How do we keep our feet on the ground?

How do we remember our names and where we live?

How do we keep our faces from hurting, with these smiles too big

To fit on our faces?

How do we contain all the sugarplums that danced in our heads,

Now here on the pages of our book, our words, our joy, our being? 

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Open Write September Day 5

Barb Edler of Iowa is our host today at http://www.ethicalela.com for the final day of our September Open Write. She encourages us to celebrate our writing group through poetry of any form today. You can read her full prompt here and read the poems of others. On the heels of a celebration of the Labor Day launch of our books Words that Mend and 90 Ways of Community earlier this week, I can’t think of a better way to write today than in thanksgiving and heartfelt gratitude for a group of writers who make a difference in how we live and how we think.

If you don’t have a writing group, I encourage you to find one ~ and you can use this one as a great model for a face to face group in your own corner of the world after spending a few hours looking back at the prompts and the feedback. Get the books, read them, and feel the deep need to fix places you never knew were broken. Too many of us have lost our footing and found ourselves floundering and then discovered the power of writing and what it can do. Today is a day to celebrate the power of the pen and the ways it connects us with others. Anna Roseboro said it best at our celebration: if poetry can do this for us, imagine what it can do for our students. We all need poetry and writing in our lives.

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Belonging

we step from shadows

into glowing candlelight

from our scars

we discover soothing balm

from mourning and grief

into reassurance there is

reason to go on

we come from loneliness

to take a hand of belonging

from disconnectedness

to welcoming acceptance

we leave our fears

step into the fold of peace

we leave disappointments

find spiritual hope

we feel our hearts

pulled at the words

someone else’s

shadows

scars

mourning

grief

loneliness

disconnectedness

fears

disappointments

are our own moments

our own memories

and we know

we know

we know

this is no ordinary

writing group

these are

our lifelines

our people

our friends

our family

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Open Write September Day 4

Our host today at http://www.ethicalela.com for the September Open Write is Larin of Oklahoma. She inspires us to write “I Thought You Should Know” poems in any form of our choice. You can read her full prompt here, along with the poems of others.

Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers at Slice of Life

To the Craftsman in Kentucky Who Made the Secretariat

I thought you should know

this piece has been in my family

since 1966, and we won’t give it up~

it sits in the dining room by the table

here in the heat of Georgia

with a fake plant on top since I

can’t keep real ones alive

like the matriarchs did

and I only wish I could rewind

time through all its days and

relive some of the simplest

moments next to it

through the years

as hash browns fried,

cinnamon toast browned,

bacon sizzled,

teaspoons swirled in steaming mugs

and family talked

~ really talked ~

in those hours like they’d have forever

only they didn’t

and we don’t

which is why, Craftsman, your

work of art is safe with us

turning back the years

in ghostly oak

memories

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Open Write September Day 3 – Decades of Music Poetry

Today at http://www.ethicalela.com for the third day of the September Open Write, Tammi Belko of Ohio is our host. She inspires us to write music of the decade poems by creating new original poetry from borrowed lines of favorite songs, mashed up like a Cento poem all from lyrics. You can read her full prompt here.

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When the Moon is in the Seventh House

do you…..YOU….

feel like I do?

would you like to swing on a star,

carry moonbeams home in a jar?

could I have this dance

for the rest of my life?

if it all fell to pieces tomorrow

would you still be mine?

where have all the

cowboys gone?

where have all the flowers gone?

are you going to San Francisco?

do you want to know a secret?

do you promise not to tell?

{{this is the dawning of the

age of Aquarius}}