(A prose poem) Riddle me this, bat kids, my muse is drinking vintage 90’s music and I just finished writing a poem with the word “Nevermind.” What music am I listening to? This morning, it was “Try a Little Tenderness,” but if you’re gonna let the muse twist the dials you’d better be prepared forContinue reading “Now Playing: Nevermind in a Jagged Venus Fly Trap”
Author Archives: Drema Drudge
It doesn’t have to be pretty, Precious, if it sings
I know it’s April, not October, Herbert, but if I want to give jagged lipstick vibes on my own damn blog, I will! (What — it’s May? Damn.) The last years we lived in the Nashville area, we lived in Willamson County. There’s this cool town there called Leiper’s Fork. We DID NOT have Leiper’sContinue reading “It doesn’t have to be pretty, Precious, if it sings”
Authorial Consent (Well, Someone Hit Send)
Caption: (I didn’t say how many centuries ago I built it.) I think I’m almost over this inconvenient little cold that hijacked my week. I always get the crankiest right before I get better, and right now? I’m irritable. So here I am—me and Billy Joel again—trying to outwrite it. Unexpected upside of this quarantine-of-one?Continue reading “Authorial Consent (Well, Someone Hit Send)”
Trying Survival Food: in a bunker with a pen and a beat-up radio
When you happen upon a fortune cookie slip in your pants pocket that says “On Thursday, your creativity will soar to new heights” and it’s Wednesday evening, you sprint to your computer to be sure you have something to gnaw on tomorrow. A few good words, you know, an idea, maybe a story you’re stuckContinue reading “Trying Survival Food: in a bunker with a pen and a beat-up radio”
Fight me in the Waffle House Parking Lot At Dawn
Fight me in the Waffle House Parking LotAt Dawn Take out your onion ringsAnd hand them to your bestie Exceptno onion rings here You can’t handleThe RoofWrapped in paper napkins Shadow boxFour roundsOr line dance your wayBack to town Go inside,Pick a spotAt the counterAnd performAmericana Norman RockwellWill see you now Psst…I kinda like thisContinue reading “Fight me in the Waffle House Parking Lot At Dawn”
Control: The Language
I’ve had Billy Joel’s “A Matter of Trust” on repeat this morning—not quietly, I might add. The music kept the blaze alive while I finished the poem that jolted me awake—which, naturally, sparked another poem.How do you poets hold hot coals to your chests? Holy guava dip!I’ve no idea what to do with one exceptContinue reading “Control: The Language”
Writer Fuel
Dirty Diet Coke This isn’t even my recipe. It was offered at the local cafĂ©, and I, being the genius I am, said, “Sure,” while some small, reasonable voice inside me whispered, Hey… what are you doing? One of the dangers of a Dirty Diet Coke—besides people mistaking it for something stronger and possibly scandalousContinue reading “Writer Fuel”
Busted Poetry Vending Machine: First Drop, No Refunds
Outdoor writing season has officially begun!To celebrate, I wore a fun hat.When did I stop wearing hats regularly? I don’t know—but I’m bringing them back with a vengeance. I’m doing other things I’ve been meaning to do as well. Like write poetry. In fact, I’m finally starting an occasional series called Busted Poetry Vending Machine, rightContinue reading “Busted Poetry Vending Machine: First Drop, No Refunds”
Author’s Note Newsletter: An Interview
I am delighted to share with you a recent interview of me over on Author’s Note Newsletter. I was approached by the lovely Lauren Chronister a few months ago with this opportunity, and I was thrilled to have chatted with her. She’s got a deep interest in the story behind the story, why writers writeContinue reading “Author’s Note Newsletter: An Interview”
Hooray for Writing Retreats
For the past four years, Barry and I have taken an annual winter writing retreat. It helps us reconnect with our writing projects—and with each other. We’ve come to really look forward to these. This year, we chose a cute boutique hotel near the Indiana Dunes, one of our favorite places, though we usually visitContinue reading “Hooray for Writing Retreats”
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