January 2025 – A(nother) Year of Reading

Poetry Friday: Tan-ku

The Poetry Sisters’ challenge for January was to write a tan-ku (or tanku), which isn’t so much a form as it is a conversation between two forms, tanka and haiku, and which can be written in conversation between two poets, as our mentor text was. Since our overarching theme for 2025 is In Conversation, this seemed like a good place to begin the year.

This poem spent its first dozens of drafts tangled in unnecessary didacticism. There were lots of conversations in the poem, and lots of (not always nice) conversations between me and the poem. Then the poem and I decided that we’d leave it to you, the reader, to discover whatever conversation these words might whisper to you. We remembered that sometimes you can say more by saying less.

Here’s what the rest of the crew came up with:

Liz @ Liz Garton Scanlon
Tanita @ {fiction, instead of lies}
Laura @ Laura Purdie Salas
Tricia @ The Miss Rumphius Effect
Sara @ Read Write Believe

Jan has this week’s Poetry Friday Roundup at bookseedstudio.

The image is via Unsplash.

Blogging, Newbery and More

Today, Mary Lee and I attended Cover to Covers Book Award Watch Party. It was like old times. A visit to Cover to Cover with friends, watching the book awards–cheering for the books we loved and jotting down new-to-us titles that we’ll need to read soon.

Mary Lee and I started the blog almost 20 years ago as a way to have a conversation about the Newbery Award. It grew into so much more. And now it is filled with incredible poetry by Mary Lee. It is hard to believe the blog is 20 years old. I miss blogging. I miss the community. Mary Lee, the best blog partner and friend, has been so patient, keeping up with the blog as I’ve had other projects, life, etc. and then inviting me back in. I did some reflection this year (one does that after a big birthday) and thought back to the things and times in life I loved most. And bloggiing, talking books with friends, thinking together with Mary Lee definitely came up as a favorite time and favorite thing. One that I am sorry I gave up for so long. So I am back to blogging. And I am already (2 paragraphs in) happy to be back.

So I’ll be back to writing about children’s books, adult books I am reading, podcasts and things, all that I am learning in my work with teachers and children, and of course, random things.

So, back to the Newbery. I didn’t read as much middle grade as I had hoped in 2024 but was THRILLED to see Erin Entrada Kelly’s book First State of Being -a book I have read and loved-named this year’s winner! I love this author and I loved the book. It is hard to do a science-fiction book for middle grade readers and this one was wonderful. (I love a good time travel story with a bit of history embedded!)

The other books I read and was excited to see win awards today were:

Home in a Lunchbox by Cherry Mo(Caldecodtt Honor)

My Daddy is a Cowboy by Stephanie Seales and C.G. Esperanza (Caldecott Honor)

Magnolia Wu Unfolds It All by Chanel Miller (Newbery Honor)

Carole Boston Weatherford (Legacy Award)

Coretta by Coretta Scott King and Ekua Holmes (Coretta Scott King Honor)

Louder than Hunger by John Schu (Schneider Honor)

Joyful Song by Lesléa Newman(Sydney Taylor Honor)

Shark Teeth by Sherri Winston (Schneider Honor)

And I added so many to my list of to-reads!! Such a good year for books!

Poetry Friday: Not Quite Black

Tabatha has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at The Opposite of Indifference.

Poetry Friday: Fire

I’ve adopted Molly’s strategy of using Wordle guesses as writing prompts. Thursday’s final word sparked deeper thinking about fire. The images from Los Angeles are haunting as are the stories of the loss of Black middle class neighborhoods that embodied the American dream of generational wealth. I grieve all the non-human lives that have been extinguished and uncounted and which float now in the air as smoke and ash.

Fire destroys, yet fire is also how we describe love and passion, the urge to create, and the desire to do better. We sing around campfires and we light candles in our religions. Giant sequoias and lodgepole pines need fire in order to release their seeds and regenerate.

Fire is complicated.

Process notes:
I’ve been writing mostly haiku for the first month and a half of #poemsforpersistence, but I’m feeling the urge to return to cheritas.

Today’s poem is comprised of three linked cheritas in which I answered my question of despair, “How is this all going to turn out?!?!” with what can seem grim in stanza/poem one; with the conundrum of the two faces of fire in stanza/poem two (and I’m pretty sure you’re savvy enough to realize I’m not just writing about literal fire); with, in stanza/poem three, the necessity for some kind of answer that can be ongoing and joyous (since…see stanza/poem one).

The image is another from The Public Domain Image Archive.

Tricia has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at The Miss Rumphius Effect.

Poetry Friday: Wandering

Labyrinth

Left, right, left
Around and
Back
Your eyes on the path
Rhythm of steps matching breaths
In, out, in
Now the curves
Tighten and you find yourself
Here

I didn’t write much this week, between horror of the world burning down (both literally and figuratively), the joy of TWO snow days, and the sorrow of all the goodbyes for Jimmy Carter.

I dropped this image into a blank post yesterday evening after getting a little lost (somewhat like my poem, actually) in the newly released Public Domain Image Archive. Inspired this morning by Margaret and her students, I leaned into our old friend the acrostic. Like her post title declares, “Sometimes Acrostic Form Works!”

Kat Apel has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup all the way from Australia! No snow days there right now!

Poetry Friday: Wisdom (and the Roundup is HERE!)

Welcome to the 2025 edition of Poetry Friday! I’m thrilled to host the party and I can’t wait to see what dreams, resolutions, and rituals you bring to this potluck of poetry!

My dreams for 2025 include travel, scraps of fabric that become something else, and a garden filled with more native perennials. My resolutions, which trend towards the suggestion end of the mandatory –> suggestion spectrum, involve some painting, some art journaling, some stitching, some poetry reading, and a particular bi-weekly exercise class. Our New Year ritual is to listen to Strauss waltzes all day long on our local classical radio station, then end the day watching the Vienna Philharmonic New Year’s Concert on PBS. It doesn’t feel like a new year until we’ve clapped along to the Radetzky March.

Last year, Heidi invited the Inklings to participate in her family’s Yuletide celebration with a mobile of poetry prompts for Solstice through New Year’s Day. I shared my drafts for Generosity and Laughter last year.