Scribbles
Grant Writing 101
Eight Tidbits for Grant & Sponsorship Writers Trying to increase your chances of getting funds for your next project? Use these tips to evaluate your project and consider ways to make it stronger. Remember funders are looking to fund solid projects, projects that...
DEFINING RELEVANCE
Are you a museum or exhibit creator and trying to find ways increase engagement? Of the many ways there are to increase engagement, the first is to decide if the experience you are creating is RELEVANT for your guest. Here are tenants to consider when beefing up the...
Multiple Access Points & Why You Should Consider Them
I have received much guidance on the road to publication. But if I had to send reminder or pass advice to those who aspire to do the same, that advice would be this: children don’t buy books, adults do; it’s the parents, teachers, librarians, aunts, and uncles who do....
Renderings: A Relationship of the Poetic Kind
A personal essay exploring my relationship to language, but particularly how I came to know poetry I cannot fully explain how I fell in love with the art of or the technique of, but the relationship I have with poetry seems to be one of great strength and of an even...
Score, a poem
Dribble the ball.Make it fast.Shoot the shot.Catch the pass.Savor joy.Make it last.Grab the book.Off to class.
Trip to the Beach, a poem
The water goes loop-dee-loopby the sandy shore,knocks on our castleand protests it.We were a long time building,a long long time.But there goes baby sister— clueless,flipping in the mud.
Kitchen Noise, a poem
Daddy wanted steak for dinner.Momma wanted fish.And once they started arguingIt sounded quite like this: "I don’t want no fish, we'd faint in here,and fish stinks up the house.""Well ‘less you got money for rent and steak,Mr. Randall will put us out.” "Ay, Junior—what...
Fall exhales, a poem
like my big-armedgrandmother,seated in her chair,scanning all her children, remembering the days she kepttheir faces neat, their chicken fried,bandaging their cuts, and ushering them through the forever dark, attending ceremonies and graduations on findingIt’s a boy...
Recollections, a poem
We sit herethigh to thighin the lap ofthis impossibleBlack christmasmy mother and sister-mothers to my rightmy father five yearsflown somewherein a sanctuaryof souls We joke and laughabout him fondlinghis gray-less goateeloving on mirrorsbeing filled withjolly...
poem for a long lost friend, a poem
ms. emma’s mouth wrapped her face like a belt/ and stuck near her ear like an eye/because that’s what strokes do/they steal your face/ no pretty woman standing in the close aisles of the supermarket/no perfect fingers to fry the chicken once it’s home/the limp didn’t...