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ROMP Tellabration–This Saturday!!
The Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry has had one successful viewing and fundraising event, our Honey Mead Poetry Day, and now we are having another, a ROMP Tellabration. Tellabration is an international...
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The Chief at TU
Today I am attending the Nimrod Conference for Writers and Readers at the University of Tulsa. Nimrod is the literary journal that TU has been putting out for quite some time. The generous folks at TU...
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ROMP Tellabration--This Saturday!!
Reblogged from Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry: The Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry has had one successful viewing and fundraising event, our Honey Mead Poetry Day, and now we are having another, a...
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Boy in Poetry Museum
My sister took her grandson Mason for a recent visit to the poetry museum. In the Craig’s List poetry exhibit, he ignored the instructions (I love when people do that–I’m serious) and wrote a poem...
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Dog From Hell: V-Day Baby!
The Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry, Locust Grove, OK, invites you to a Valentine’s Day poetry event: Dog From Hell: V-Day Poetry ROMP. Tour the museum, engage in the interactives, mingle, and...
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ROMP Field Guide
DEFINITION A field guide is a brochure designed to help the reader identify exhibits in a poetry museum or other objects of natural occurrence (e.g. minerals). It is generally designed to be brought...
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Don’t Fear the Poem
Don’t fear the poem. Baby take my hand. We’ll be able to fly. Don’t fear the poem. La la la la la la la . . . Apologies to Blue Oyster Cult. When I tell people I am a poet, A. They run screaming far to...
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V-Day: Some Poetry Happened
Thanks to everyone who made it out for the ROMP V-Day Dog from Hell celebration. Poems were written, poker poetry was played, poems were recorded, the secret corner was inhabited many times, and the...
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The Cruelest Month: Coming Attractions
April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. –T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land What to think of April? Is it the cruelest...
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Art Crawl: Take Your Head Off
From Brady Street looking south Art is inspiring, like any creative outlet, and I have an extremely wide view of what creative outlets are: the main thing is that they need to make you feel like Emily...
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The Poetry-Friendly Classroom: With 7 Hostile Verbs
I was a high school and college English teacher for 24 years and littered the classroom with poetry as much as I could without causing epic upheavals and riots . . . though we did get close. Because...
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First Friday Art Crawl: Take 2
Last month, I spent the first Friday night in Tulsa’s downtown Brady district, on an art crawl, that involved art galleries, pubs, shops, studios, and much much fun. I’m going for round two, and maybe...
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Cruelest Month Celebration: Treasure Hunting!
Poem clues, map, and treasures The Cruelest Month Celebration scheduled for April 20, Saturday, at the museum is coming very soon. I am working on the poem treasure/cache hunt that will be the new...
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Open Pocket: Insert Poem
I will always love paper. Paper of any kind—in books, newspapers, letters, postcards, cardboard, playing cards, wadded up paper, paper made into origami figures and footballs and those little...
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I Share Cookies With You
Cookies! I have cookies. I will share. I will not eat them all. Come see me and I will give you one. Or two. Or three. Cookies! Here is my poem about cookies: Me want cookie. You want cookie? I got...
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Little Town Life
At a Main Street 1970s LG cheerleader rockathon The downside of growing up in a small town is that everyone knows you and your business. The beauty of growing up in a small town is that everyone knows...
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I Have a Scary Story-Poem for You!
Howl of coyote, whimper of mouse, Rustle in the grass near the poison oak. Do you hear what she hears when you go out? What’s in the silence between each frog’s croak? Down by the pond where the...
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Message (Poem) in a Bottle
If you find one of my poems in a bottle, post a response below. Where did you find it? What do you think of the poem? Do you have a poem in return?
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From Those Unknown to Us
I just read the great poet Pablo Neruda’s description of a lifelong inspiration in his poetry. He was playing in the lot behind his house when he found a hole in the fence: “I looked through the hole...
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Biking Toward Poetry
I used to ride my bicycle all over the place when I was a kid. We grew up on bicycles. When we lived down on Snake Creek, we routinely rode any bike that we could get working down to the Dip (creek...
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