The Sun in My Cup, Draw What You See, A Morning of a Little Creativity

There’s the sun in my cup of green-oolong tea…😊☕️This is a new one I’d tried and I am glad I remembered how much I love green-oolongs; this one’s called Ali Shan. I really like Ti Kuan Yin green-oolong and Golden Flower. I gave myself an assignment with my sketchbook—Pick something, place yourself somewhere (seated or…… Continue reading The Sun in My Cup, Draw What You See, A Morning of a Little Creativity

Two Poems of Mine Published in Indelible

My two poems, “This Ring” and “Droplets Slide Down the Pine and Land Upon the Grass Within a Slow Dance” are in print today in the latest issue of Indelible, an online literary and arts magazine, Issue #6, “The Feminine.” To read my two poems in Indelible, click This Ring and Other Poem, by Jade…… Continue reading Two Poems of Mine Published in Indelible

Happy Birthday, Edna St. Vincent Millay, 130 yrs!

Here’s a poem Edna St. Vincent Millay (b. 1892) wrote…from her book Collected Poems called “To Elinor Wylie.” It’s a series poem containing sections (six), full of sonnet and one in the middle. I read it aloud in the morning fog today on Edna’s birthday Feb. 22, 130 yrs earth. This sky of rose was…… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Edna St. Vincent Millay, 130 yrs!

Pure Fun, New Moon, Writing Notebook

Last night Monday…Peeko sitting in my chair with such pride. And he might show up at your job as your new Project Manager, you never know. Last week I could sum up with the line, Reason for Exhaustion: Writing sonnets all day. One Shakespearean. One Petrarchan: complex rhyme scheme sent me crashing by 4 pm.…… Continue reading Pure Fun, New Moon, Writing Notebook

Hear Edna St. Vincent Millay Read Her Own Poetry

Edna St. Vincent Millay in her private library upstairs at Steepletop, c. 1935 I didn’t even realize I could do that, until now! It was so incredible to suddenly hear Edna St. Vincent Millay reading her words aloud, a poet I’ve read and written of often, and I don’t even remember how I got to…… Continue reading Hear Edna St. Vincent Millay Read Her Own Poetry

This Ring

While writing poems for my third book, I’ve found it refreshing to look through traditional forms to try to write and include them along with my free verse poems. The first of those forms I tried to write for this book is a ghazal and it’s fit well with that form originating in the Middle…… Continue reading This Ring

A Rightfully Edna’s Moon Celebration

This blog, Blush of Dawn’s ”original re-start up poet,” Edna St. Vincent Millay, Maine, New England-born author, b. Feb. 22, 1892 celebrates a Pisces moon today! (And I, too share this remembered moon.) 🌜 Just in time as the moon will soon move to Aries, I will share a favorite poem of hers from ones…… Continue reading A Rightfully Edna’s Moon Celebration

My Fun Critique of The Book of Khalid by Ameen Rihani, First Novel in English by An Arab-American Author

November 2021 I often almost forget the Pisces moon in my sign, but last night I glimpsed its sweet glimmering through the slim hallway window, still tall enough for me to see the moon aglow up high and the rain shimmering around it, before bed. *~ (This is my introduction that connects the book to…… Continue reading My Fun Critique of The Book of Khalid by Ameen Rihani, First Novel in English by An Arab-American Author

“Sign Language” Remix!

Peeko’s new favorite song release…for his own bowl bed of choice seated performance https://youtu.be/EbKJw25tVCE ((& if you wonder what the blog’s about…)) We got poets, cups, windows, glasses, tea pots, lamps, moons, sky-watchings. Sonnets, plums, darkness, soups, low profile chairs, highly affectionate heavenly ghosts. Flower surprise growing up in the dirt, chocolate dark as earth,…… Continue reading “Sign Language” Remix!

The Latest Draft of My Sonnet Is Being Guarded with Seriousness

I made a cup of afternoon tea and wanted to also read the fourth draft of my new sonnet in progress. I quickly found the first three drafts loose…and my most current one, not so free! But definitely not lost and definitely not ‘run away.’ This lyon is guarding it for me, and I look…… Continue reading The Latest Draft of My Sonnet Is Being Guarded with Seriousness