Tania Pryputniewicz teaches Transformative Blogging and is currently writing a book based on her courses. She is looking to connect with other women bloggers, instructors of blogging and like-minded creatives. A graduate of the Iowa Writers' Workshops, Tania is co-founding blogger and instructor at Mother, Writer, Mentor where she teaches Poetry of Motherhood and Poetry of Fatherhood. She has blogged since 2007 at Feral Mom, Feral Writer. Her latest poetry projects involve photo poem montages and poetry sculpture.
While the poetry we write starts as a conversation with the Self, it inevitably becomes a conversation with Other Poets. If we are lucky, that conversation extends itself in front of an audience of Enthusiastic Readers. Come up out of your basement, down from your gable, or away from that crowded coffee shop you frequent. […]
Nautilus help me Love both spiral to and from My changing children If you have more than one Tarot Deck, I’m sure you can relate to having favorite depictions of certain cards for certain times in your life. Before I raised children, the Thoth deck Two of Disks “spoke to me” and in fact, “spoke […]
Sea mercurial Bevels jade, then bevels blue Hummingbird’s palette. Rainbows are still following me, haunting me, like the little rainbow appearing on my bedroom wall the other day; I never did find its source. I’m so in love lately with light, especially the ethereal mercurial quality of light shifting on the ocean’s surface when […]
Dusk rain on oil slick Heavens the street at our feet. Which sky hosts, you, me? All of last week I held the Rider Waite Smith Ten of Cups image in my mind, that sunny, happy image of a young couple with arms upraised, children linked in centrifugal spin of dance, ten full cups arranged […]
Spectral fingerprints Spiral nebulae, body, Our DNA bared This week, contemplating last week’s Nine of Cups tarot writing prompt, I visited the Griffith Observatory high above Los Angeles, venturing inside the museum with its photos of spiral nebulae, surface of the sun, and model planets. As a poet, I fell in love with the abundance […]
I leave you sated Moon’s silver bounty—weightless— Pearling heart’s satchel So why might a pilgrim leave a bounty behind to travel a new path as we saw in last week’s Eight of Cups prompt? Let’s say all your life you have hungered for love. When the lover showed up at long last, were you ready? […]