Fibonacci He taught the west how to use just ten numerals to track the flow of goods and gold and the spiraling growth of sunflowers and snail shells. I enjoyed writing a cinquain for Adelaide Crapsey, the inventor of the form. So today I […]
International Haiku Day the Japanese garden flowering with poets Ironically, I seem to have written a senryu for International Haiku Day. I hope you had a wonderful weekend. Liz
Gone Fishing There’s no time for homework. I’m down by the stream, perched on a rock, fishing for dreams. How many poems can I write about playing hooky? Happy Weekend! Liz
Spring Fever See the grasses waving? Hear the robins raving? See the chipmunks hopping? Smell the redbuds popping? See the tulips swooning? Hear the sparrows crooning? See the pansies mugging? Feel the sunlight tugging? I don’t care if there’s a rule— This is not a day for school! No one actually asked me […]
This month at Michelle Barnes’ blog, My Little Ditty, Marilyn Singer has challenged us to write a poem inspired by the word echo. There you have it. Happy 14th Day of National Poetry Month! Liz
secretly he leaves a peach candy on my desk fifth grade valentine looking, not looking to see if he is looking my favorite class […]
A book is a doorway from this world to another. How strange to close the pages and find myself here. Happy Day 12 of National Poetry Month. See you tomorrow, Liz
Booked Review I love soccer. It’s what I do every day after school. I juggle. I dribble. I shoot on goal. I was made for this— body and soul. My mom calls me in. It’s time to read. I say no way. Books aren’t for me. She shows me the cover, says it’s […]
Class Participation When you call my name and ask for an answer, and everyone’s eyes turn to me, I feel like a mouse in a freshly mown field too far from my burrow to flee. This morning I followed a Pragmatic Mom tweet to an article in New York Magazine about teaching introverted […]
Instructions for a Moss Find a wall. Send tendrils into mortar. Suck moisture from the air. Turn light into life. Tip-toe your plush greens over stones so slowly no one notices you’ve taken the wall. Happy Saturday. Liz
Snowfog is the perfect word and this poem is just all-around...December 27, 2020 - 8:50 am by Liz Garton Scanlon
So beautiful, Liz. Love the haiku and the sense of peace...December 26, 2020 - 11:36 am by Michelle Barnes
Beautiful, Liz, in every way.December 26, 2020 - 10:14 am by Laura Purdie Salas
This year I have wished for some blending of the before...December 26, 2020 - 8:37 am by Linda Baie