Last Wednesday, I set out in search of traditional Irish music. Instead I found Gerry Kieran, no live music, a bottle of Connemara, and a damn good clubhouse
Barbara Hagerty's new book of poetry "Motherfish," and other lessons on casting the creative net and reelin it in, as learned in the class I'm currently taking: Life
Amidst the driving rain, this one got right to the heart of our creative spirits. Add in the brilliant poem by local 8th grader Nina Howard, and receiving this post was simply an honor...
This Labor Day weekend, radically open your heart and mind to an inclusive, just way of being in the world. Lectures from poet, writer, revolutionary bell hooks start today
I long for school to be more hurricane-like, for the atmospheric conditions of public education to be ripe for downpours of creativity (like this swirling poem from an 8th grader at Moultrie Middle)
Finally the sun is out, and last night—as it slipped behind the Dock Street Theatre—we celebrated the golden hour with the Lowcountry’s best poetry reader, reading her own work
Grab a poem, or a dozen, go ahead~crack it open. Scramble it up. Read the words over and over again, over easy. Hatch something poetic in National Poetry Month and National Library Week.
