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.
Maureen’s husband—just like mine would have done–drifted into the bedroom once or twice, apologizing profusely, looking for a raincoat, a hat, and yet the poem held on, more or less down on the page by the end of the two hours, born amidst the sounds of living, as so much of a mother’s writing is….laptop […]
In the poem Nabokov (forthcoming in November Butterfly, Saddle Road Press, November 1, 2014), Prufrock from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, Nabokov’s Lolita, Sky Chief’s Daughter from the Trickster Tale Raven and Gretl from the fairytale Hansel and Gretl converge. Today’s prompt: Make a list of names of favorite characters from poems, novels, […]
What story have you kept in the cocoon? What would happen if you wrote it out, just for you? In this dual focus workshop, we’ll consider our heroes, both famous and family, who have inspired us. Using them as inspiration, we’ll write our cocooned core stories. We’ll also explore the butterfly and hero metaphors via colored pencils […]
Between those trees, I first felt it / like dusk or the roil of the astral body down the thumbs-width tunnel between dreams: / The dark horse-bites of men’s glances—For the Love of Three Oranges, November Butterfly (Saddle Road Press, November 1, 2014) Today’s prompts are based on the poem For The Love of Three […]
Here is an image of a flower’s flower, replete with “sinuous rills” to borrow from Coleridge (Kubla Khan). We all get to be Georgia in front of a flower, inhabiting her eye for a fractionally inspired several seconds, to the tune of Stein’s refrain “rose is a rose is a rose” circling, just as the words […]
Perhaps Amelia disliked the scarf, pale yellow and indigo paisley under glass in the San Diego Air and Space Museum, where in a cubicle it sits beside her book, also behind glass in a sister cubicle where it can’t be read: “The fun of it: Random Records of My own Flying and of Women in […]