Building a Community of Writers

Within every human soul is the gift of writing, whether we believe this is so or not. Everyone has a thought deep inside. Some thoughts explode on paper and some through oral communication. Others do not surface because of a lack of confidence in the writing process. As an educator and a proponent of writing, I have always encouraged others to have their voice take flight. 

Words can come forth and flow if we just let them float freely, proudly to paper. 

Join me this month in a March Madness campaign. 

As Springtime is ready to burst open, let your words explode.

STOP, JOT, SHARE your thoughts:

Pen to Paper

Keyboard to Print

Tweet to PLN

All thoughts welcomed.

Let's bring together a community of writers!

As Ernest Hemingway once said, 

"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master."

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JOIN THE MARCH MONDAY REFLECTIVE PRACTICE

Thoughts that have taken flight:

Reflecting in the Stillness of March
Carol Varsalona

As March briskly marches in 
Time bows its head and Winter salutes

Reflection jumps forward
And all launch their campaigns.
Winter lingers.
Time fidgets.
Reflection pauses
In the cold stillness.
March holds on tight
To stop the madness
But Time passes by,
Letting Daylight pass through 
While Spring awaits its resurrection

Kevin Hodgson

Somewhere below,

flowers bloom just out of sight

color explosions below the surface-

and all we see is the white of snow

smothering Spring like some criminal

on the loose.

Back on track – back in focus by Starr Sackstein

In honor of "Reflecting in the stillness of March," I wanted to share a short poem in reflection of today. 

Incapsulated in a moment, insufferable frustration.

Adolescent regression like falling into the rabbit hole, 
Temporarily drowning in the anguish of senioritis diffused
And suffocating  beneath the weight of authoritative decree.

Resonating power oscillates outward from the source,

a lone teacher, deftly avoiding opportunity 

to demonstrate what not to do for her mirror,

a room full of eager minds

looking to the beacon.

Resilience, the destination of sorted injustice

Time, the cure for misguided mumblings

easing into the ample arms of acceptance

with genial gratitude for those backs which bore the weight

of the momentary mental transgression.

The water sits now, unrippled  and serene

Beneath the cover of a cloudless sky

Ever so remarkable is the placid easement

elucidated by the echo

of the bell.

On March Madness

Richard Varsalona

Nothing more frustrating

about the March Madness experience

than watching your team

eliminated in first game

by a team they were supposed

to Easily Defeat!