Two of Us Go to NYC...and Live to Tell the Tale!

Alice and Kristen just got back from the NYC SCBWI conference, it was wonderful.  Even more wonderful is that they were able to make it there and back before the blizzard of 2011 hit!

Oh, to Be a Worm

Oh, to be a worm!

To hear Mom say,

“Now children,

            eat your dirt all up!”

Better yet, a snake.

I’d talk in hisses,

nothing but SSSSSes

            and never have to spell!

I could be a wolf.

With a bright full moon,

I’d howl and howl,

            and no one could turn out the light!

If I were a hawk,

I’d float on air

Then dive with a scream

            and shave your hair right off!

by Claire Garden 

"Wordsmithing"

How does a word taste?

Does it crunch or crumble?

Is it fluid enough for poems

Or foundation material to lay essays on

Or the billowy ephemerata of dreams?

Does a word skip over bumpy, gravel roads

Like ‘rambunctious’

Or lie low and take the long view

Like ‘perspective’?

Will it make a point like ‘dot’

Or continue to ‘swiggle’ in mouth and mind?

Poems are craft

But poets are daft.

from Common Ground by Alice Anna Reese