Author Archives: Drema Drudge

Dear Reader, I’ve unlocked new friendship levels this week, which is pretty fun. One friend, someone I’ve known for a couple of years, maybe three, I almost texted today to ask what she’s going to wear to an outdoor concert we are both attending tonight, but I didn’t, a little shy. Then, an hour later, sheContinue reading “Friendship Levels Unlocked”

Dear Reader, I had a few precious hours to write poetry today, but all Word Raccoon could do was whine about how chilly she was. Going indoors would not have helped.  We did write several poems, but they were mostly about the atmosphere: mowing on a Friday instead of the Tuesday schedule, thus noise andContinue reading ““Almost” Day”

Dear Reader, This seems to be the season of all things literary classes for me and Word Raccoon. My grad school alma mater, the Sena Jeter Naslund-Karen Mann Graduate School of Writing at Spalding University, is hosting a virtual residency next week and alums are invited. (*Claps hands.*)  Though I’ve known about it for quiteContinue reading “Summer Learning, Havin’ a Blast”

Dear Reader, Today is brought to you by “H” for headache. Word Raccoon and I have an impressive lineup of Things To Do, but the longer we are awake, the more we have decided maybe not. Instead, we will write a pitching-and-swerving blog post, followed by whatever else we feel up to. We are onContinue reading “H is for Headache”

Dear Reader, I’ve been burrowing into an Ann Patchett novel the past few days. From the get-go, her newest release, Whistler, warmed Word Raccoon’s and my heart with its generosity, charm, and the possibility that connections made years before can endure and unexpectedly rebloom even after a long absence. This is a spoiler-free zone, soContinue reading “Reblooming”

Dear Reader, Ironically, I began a post about writing requiring flexibility just yesterday, and then I was called away from it.  Word Raccoon didn’t ask, she just declared we were going to the gym first thing this morning. I notice she is shifting back to being a morning gym gorlie, which is fine. So weContinue reading “Plot Twists and Possible Poems”

Amazon is my sugar daddy.  That sentence is incredibly problematic on multiple levels, but it’s pretty much the truth. “You broke your phone case? Go to sleep and tomorrow you will have a fresh new one on your doorstep,” he croons. Just for covering a little of his gas money, he’s got you the restContinue reading “He’s Got Me Covered”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon has recorded her poem “Renewal” and would like to share it with you. It’s one that comes from a deep place; I shared a link to it when it was first published by aesterion (many thanks to them), but I wanted to offer it in my voice. Yesterday, after a nightContinue reading “Small Acts of Wondering”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon and I have been thinking about the function of punctuation in creative writing.  I think of it as playful and jazzy, especially in poems. And yet, punctuation changes the meanings of words.  In a poem, I allow Word Raccoon to dance along and sprinkle periods, semicolons, colons, whatever, where she pleasesContinue reading “Is Punctuation an Invitation?”