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.
Poet Liz Brennan and I collaborate when we can with prose poetry, thanks to Liz’s gentle invitation and perseverance. Liz’s blog reminds me of a mobius strip; she’s arrived at an ingenious structure, each week posting a tiny prose poem that begins, Perhaps….Followed by a second prose poem that begins, Maybe… I’ve included the links […]
Back in college, I had a boyfriend who chided me (he was a fellow poet) for the hours I spent writing journal entries. “If you invested your time instead crafting a poem a day or writing to any kind of outline, you’d have written a library of books by now…” he’d lament. (Other well-meant though […]
I am very excited to announce this project, meant as an active pathway to supporting women bloggers as they take the risk to launch or better their blogs. Are you looking for a community of women writers to surround you as you take the leap? It is my aspiration to form such a community of […]
The TV’s neutral male voiceover covers what we love about Egypt and their pharaohs: house-sized rocks that formed the pyramids dropped in place without machine, sentries to this day guarding the embalmed dead, the slight queen’s beauty and betrothal to her cousin, the nested outlined peacock rings binding her eyes… To read remainder of […]
She dressed in a hurry or perhaps never wore a slip. The photo the press loved: a girl in a skirt, distance between her thighs backlit by the sun, a circle of children in her care birthed by other mothers. The obvious didn’t escape him: she could bear heirs and be advised on attire, as […]
Nefertiti on the Astral I did what I came to do. Dead, I have the luxury to know: the locus of power is not the body, though how lovely: my daughter’s daughter’s etc., daughter, sitting beside the Nile, sun falling on the brown half moon of her nipple, the blue- veined tributary of her breast […]