In 2010, the idea to give away TWO free poetry books came to me by way of Karen Maezen Miller and Kelli Russell Agodon in celebration of National Poetry Month.
Last year, I gave away my book (Midnight Voices) and Pablo Neruda’s Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair.
This year, I am giving away the following two books:
Midnight Voices by me. I publish 32 Poems Magazine and have had poems appear in New South, The Georgia Review, and other places. You can learn more about my background at my poetry website. If you win, I will sign the book for you and send it to you for Zero Dollars.
Midnight Voices by Deborah Ager
The second book is Mortal Geography by Alexandra Teague. This book is one of my favorite contemporary collections. I will be sad to part with it, and I will buy another to replace it. Please feel welcome to read this sample poem or this poem, which appeared in 32 Poems Magazine.
Remember to leave your name in the comments to enter this contest. I will choose a winner toward the end of April and mail out the two books in early May.
Get more information on Kelli Russell Agodon’s Blog.
or your pretty white Mac laptop, people. It’s time for NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month).
Maureen is the brain behind this invention. The idea, based loosely on National Novel Writing Month, is to write a poem for each day in April. There are no rules. You can keep the poems to yourself, post them to your blog or pay someone to show them in Times Square. What you do is up to you. The only guideline is 30 poems in 30 days.
This is the real NaPoWriMo. You don’t have to pay. You don’t have to get pledges. You don’t have to do a darned thing. You don’t even have to write the poems. We won’t know. We won’t mind.
NaPoWriMo continues. On April 17th, I will have been writing a poem per day for 30 days. I write the poems quickly, revise very little and move onto the next day. If you ask me what I wrote about yesterday, I’ll likely have no idea. I let it go and move on. A few moments […]
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