Poetry Friday: Joining NPM in Progress

National Poetry Month has been passing me by this year. I did participate in the Progressive Poem, but other than that I have barely read any poetry, let alone written any. 

 

Since I don't teach English any more, I don't come across as much poetry as I used to in the course of my daily teaching job. But since moving here to Uganda I have had the privilege of getting involved more with drama. We're doing a play right now, a musical adaptation of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, and last night was our dress rehearsal. I was right in the middle of the front row in my position as prompter. 

 

There are lots of reasons to love drama, and one that I've been focusing on lately is how analog it is. The kids are just out there on the stage performing. If they make a mistake, so be it; they just keep going. There are no extra takes to make it perfect. They aren't watching someone else perform; they are doing it. They are present, body and soul, belting out their songs, declaiming their lines, giggling and being shushed backstage. 

 

Last night as I turned the pages of my script and supplied words as needed, I found myself enjoying myself so much. I've seen how much our middle school actors have improved over the weeks of practice, the challenges they faced, the rehearsals before and after school, and even on a Saturday. 

 

Does the world need another performance, when you could watch YouTube for the rest of time without repeating yourself? Arguably, no. But is it worth it to put in all this work to make a play? Yes, absolutely it is! How much pleasure the audience will get on our opening night, a couple of hours from now!  

 

This morning, after dragging myself into school, I sat at my desk and lost track of time reading poems online. I just celebrated my 20th blog birthday yesterday, so I was reading past poetry posts. I was thinking back to those days when I used to write a lot of poems. In fact, I was thinking so much that I missed the morning faculty meeting. 

 

Does the world need more poems from me, when there are millions of poems on the internet, just one click away? When there are piles of books of poetry? When AI can write you a ditty in a jiffy? Arguably, no. But how much pleasure there is to be found in the slow, analog creation of something on the page that wasn't there before!

 

Here are two past posts that seem appropriate.  One is about one time in 2018 when I was late to a faculty meeting (at least I didn't miss it completely like this morning), this time due to tomatoes. And the other is one I wrote in 2012 about purple flowers in a field.

 

Irene is hosting the roundup today. Did you know she just came out with her first adult novel? You can get it on your Kindle for 99 cents here. I have it on mine and I can't wait to read it! 

Happy Blog Birthday to Me!

 

 

Twenty years ago today, I pressed Publish on my first post on this blog. Practically everything was different about my life back then. I now live in a different country, do different work, and miss my kids who are far away. (But I'm still married to the same guy, still teaching, and still following Jesus.) I'm glad I started this blog, even though the postings have been sparse lately. I'm grateful for all the people I've met, many virtually and some in person, through it, and for all the readers who have stopped by. I love looking back to see what I was thinking and reading at different times during those twenty years. I've thought about moving to Substack, where I read regularly, but so far I still love my little Blogspot. Happy blog birthday to me! 

 

Reading Update

Book #26 of 2026 was The Lost: A Search for Six of Six Million, by Daniel Mendelsohn. This brilliant book is by the author of An Odyssey, which I read in 2019 and wrote about at that link. This book is about Mendelsohn's search for family members who died during the Holocaust in Ukraine. What happened to them exactly? Who were they exactly? What does it mean to remember someone or to remember an event? The book explores all these questions and more. While what happened in Ukraine during World War II is extremely difficult to read about, this book was a rewarding and fascinating read.

 

Book #27 was What We Can Know, by Ian McEwan, another remarkable book. It's set in 2014 and 2119, and both time frames are completely absorbing. In the future, in a world decimated by disasters and climate change, scholars try to figure out what happened in authors' lives in the past. And while they are good at researching, there are some things we just can't know. The ideas about how life could go on in a post-apocalyptic world were mind-blowing, as was the portrayal of the search for knowledge that still could go on in a world like that. I couldn't put this book down.

 

Book #28 was The Teacher of Nomad Land, by Daniel Nayeri. This book is set in Iran during World War II and it won the National Book Award last year. It was very much worth reading.

 

Book #29 was a re-read, The Quotidian Mysteries: Laundry, Liturgy, and "Women's Work", by Kathleen Norris. Short but profound.

 

Books #30 and 35 were also re-reads, this time not profound. They were The Summer I Turned Pretty and It's Not Summer Without You, by Jenny Han. I have the third book in this trilogy on hold at the library. I read these ten years ago when I was teaching middle schoolers who were devouring them.

 

Book #31 was Foster, by Claire Keegan. More of a novella, or even a long short story, than a novel, this was a beautiful book.

 

Book #32 was Birding With Benefits, by Sarah T. Dubb. Of course I had to read this romance because it was about birding. But I would have liked more details of the birding and fewer of the extremely open door sex scenes. I'm sure that opinion does not make me the typical reader of a romance novel. Sometimes the birds the characters were after didn't even get named beyond "a bird," whereas every one of the lovers' body parts definitely did get named and described. The characters were participating in a birding contest based on the Tucson Bird Alliance Birdathon. 

 

Book #33 was a new release, Counterweights, by Shannan Martin. Not only did the library acquire it after I requested it, but I got to check it out first! Martin has written beautiful essays about how to live in a challenging time without losing sight of the small things that give us joy. I loved her awareness of how many people struggle with addiction, poverty, and the justice system, even in the privileged United States. 

 

Book #34 was The Forgotten Garden, by Kate Morton. This was a book club pick, and honestly, I probably wouldn't have finished it otherwise. 

 

Book #36 was Lady Tremaine, by Rachel Hochhauser, a retelling of Cinderella from the point of view of the stepmother. While I can't say it's my favorite version of the story, it did keep me reading.

 

Book #37 was The War that Saved My Life, by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley. Although this was a Newbery Honor book in 2015, I hadn't even heard of it until recently. Ada and her brother Jamie are evacuated out of London to be safe from bombing during World War II, and their lives are completely changed. Ada and Jamie are abused children in their London lives, and the author realistically presents their reactions due to the trauma they have experienced. So it can be a pretty upsetting read. 

 

Book #38 was Nancy French's memoir Ghosted. I really enjoyed (and was horrified by) this story of a conservative writer in the age of Trump. 

Line 7 of the 2026 Progressive Poem is Here!

April 1 Tabatha Yeatts at The Opposite of Indifference
April 2 Cathy Stenquist at A Little Bit of This and That
April 3 Patricia Franz at Reverie
April 4 Donna Smith at Mainely Write
April 5 Janice Scully at Salt City Verse
April 6 Denise Krebs at Dare to Care
April 7 Ruth Hersey at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town
April 8 Rose Cappelli at Imagine the Possibilities
April 9 Margaret Simon at Reflections on the Teche
April 10 Janet Clare Fagel at Reflections on the Teche
April 11 Diane Davis at Starting Again in Poetry
April 12 Linda Baie at Teacher Dance
April 13 Linda Mitchell at Another Word Edgewise
April 14 Jone MacCulloch at
April 15 Joyce Uglow at Storied Ink
April 16 Carol Varsalona at Beyond Literacy Link
April 17 Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge
April 18 Michele Kogan at More Art for All
April 19 Kim Johnson at Common Threads
April 20 Buffy Silverman
April 21 Irene Latham at Live Your Poem
April 22 Karen Edmisten
April 23 Heidi Mordhorst at my juicy little universe
April 24 Mary Lee Hahn at A(nother) Year of Reading
April 25 Tanita Davis at Fiction, instead of Lies
April 26 Sharon Roy at Pedaling Poet
April 27 Tracey Kiff-Judson at Tangles and Tails
April 28
April 29
April 30

 

I've been following the poem eagerly so far. I love the piles of books (reminds me of my bedside table) and of course I'm happy any time birds fly into a poem. But I'm a little worried about where the birds are actually going, where they live, and how they interact with the building-high anthologies. I got distracted by many side quests like looking up different parakeets (rhyming with streets) and sadly discovering that lots of them are extinct, researching bird-friendly buildings (the horizontal lines of the books are good because the birds won't collide with buildings like that as easily, since they can see that they are solid, unlike huge sheets of glass often used on skyscrapers) and exploring what kinds of birds live in cities (hint: not just sparrows and pigeons). Most people don't notice urban birds, but I'm sure that's not the case in the Land of Poetry, right? I wanted to put in some gorgeous Ugandan city birds, but I decided to keep the birds generic and maybe even just metaphors. We'll let future poets decide. Denise, I hope it's OK that I changed your period to a comma. Rose, the poem is all yours! 

 

 

 

On my first trip to the Land of Poetry,
I saw anthologies of every color, tall as buildings.
A world of words, wonder on wings, waiting just for me!
Birding for words shimmering, flecked in golden gilding.

binoculars ready, I toured boulevards and side streets
exploring vibrant verses, verses so honest and tender,
feathery lyrics, bright flitting avian athletes  

 

 

 Photo from this article

 

 

Spiritual Journey Thursday: Service

 

Welcome to our April SJT. Because it's taking place on Maundy Thursday, the day of Holy Week when Jesus washed His disciples' feet, I, as this month's host, suggested that we could write about service. (As always, the prompt is just a suggestion; feel free to write about something completely different!) SJT friends, please leave a comment with your link. (By the way, if you want to read more about Maundy Thursday, I posted some about it when I hosted SJT in 2023 here.) 

 

It was an uncomfortable moment. The disciples were gathered to share their Passover meal, and instead of waiting for the lowest servant to come in to wash everyone's feet, a traditional way to welcome a guest who had been walking on dusty streets, Jesus knelt down before His followers and did that job Himself. It definitely wasn't His job, as the leader, the most important person in the room. But He not only did it, He told them that now they needed to do that for each other. That, the most dirty, low-down, embarrassing kind of service. They shouldn't consider themselves too good to serve others. They shouldn't sit and wait for others to come serve them. They should do what needed to be done. 

 

It's hard to serve others sometimes, and it's also sometimes hard and embarrassing to let others serve you. Both sides of the equation involve being able to forget yourself and your own dignity and importance. Washing other people's feet can be smelly and unpleasant, but letting others wash yours can make you feel self-conscious and uneasy. 

 

The most secure people are the ones who have nothing to prove, and as I read the gospels, I see that Jesus was like that. He was so sure of who He was and what His purpose on earth was that He had no need to impress others or meet their expectations. He didn't concern Himself with people's criticisms or accolades. The only one He cared about pleasing was His Father. I think the more we can be like that, the less trouble we will have with both serving others and being served by them. 

 

Go here to read a beautiful poem about Jesus washing Judas' feet.

 

Margaret shares a song she's singing at the Maundy Thursday service, plus a golden shovel about service.

 

Ramona wrote an acrostic called Holy Ground, inspired by another poet, in honor of National Poetry Month. 

 

Bob's thinking about the heart attitude behind service, and also shares some ways we can serve others. 

 

Diane has written a poem about being ready to serve.

 

Denise created a black out poem from an article about Maundy Thursday. And she challenges us to serve people we might consider our enemies, too. (Plus she shares a message from Benjamin R. Cremer.) 

 

Patricia has a reflection on service, and how serving has played out in her own life. Inspiring stuff! But she's not trying to be inspiring, just to do the next right thing. 

 

Carol shares a nonet about Jesus' service and details about a Maundy Thursday Mass she attended. We're praying for you as you grieve the anniversary of your husband's passing, Carol! 

 

2026 Progressive Poem

Happy National Poetry Month! The 2026 Progressive Poem has begun. You can follow along at these links as the month goes on.

 

April 1 Tabatha Yeatts at The Opposite of Indifference
April 2 Cathy Stenquist at A Little Bit of This and That
April 3 Patricia Franz at Reverie
April 4 Donna Smith at Mainely Write
April 5 Janice Scully at Salt City Verse
April 6 Denise Krebs at Dare to Care
April 7 Ruth Hersey at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town
April 8 Rose Cappelli at Imagine the Possibilities
April 9 Margaret Simon at Reflections on the Teche
April 10 Janet Clare Fagel at Reflections on the Teche
April 11 Diane Davis at Starting Again in Poetry
April 12 Linda Baie at Teacher Dance
April 13 Linda Mitchell at Another Word Edgewise
April 14 Jone MacCulloch at
April 15 Joyce Uglow at Storied Ink
April 16 Carol Varsalona at Beyond Literacy Link
April 17 Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge
April 18 Michele Kogan at More Art for All
April 19 Kim Johnson at Common Threads
April 20 Buffy Silverman
April 21 Irene Latham at Live Your Poem
April 22 Karen Edmisten
April 23 Heidi Mordhorst at my juicy little universe
April 24 Mary Lee Hahn at A(nother) Year of Reading
April 25 Tanita Davis at Fiction, instead of Lies
April 26 Sharon Roy at Pedaling Poet
April 27 Tracey Kiff-Judson at Tangles and Tails
April 28
April 29
April 30

 

 

Reading Update

Book #21 of 2026 was Summer Island, by Kristin Hannah. This was a sad story of family dysfunction but there was some reconciliation in the end.

 

Book #22 was Punching the Air, by Ibi Zoboi and Yusef Salaam. This verse novel interested me for a couple of reasons. One was that a Facebook friend had her high school students reading it in a book club. Another was that Ibi Zoboi is of Haitian origin. And having just read The River is Waiting, I was especially sensitive to the subject of prison. After reading it, I learned that Yusef Salaam is an activist around the topic of incarceration, being one of the Exonerated Five. I enjoyed this and could imagine discussing it with students.

 

Book #23 was So Far Gone by Jess Walter and book #24 was A Guardian and a Thief, by Megha Majumdar. I'm putting them together not because of similar settings, since the former is set in the Northwest of the US in the present and the latter in Kolkata, India in the near future. But both books seemed at first to be fast-paced, fun adventures that would all work out in the end, only to turn much darker than I had anticipated. Both were brilliantly structured and I was glad I had read them, but neither had much in the way of hope or redemption. A Guardian and a Thief is climate fiction, a genre I have been meeting more and more in my reading. 

 

Book #25 was the non-fiction A Marriage at Sea: A True Story of Love, Obsession and Shipwreck, by Sophie Elmhirst. It would have been easy to romanticize this event which took place in the early seventies, but I appreciated Elmhirst's very matter-of-fact style. I felt as though I got to know both members of this couple that decided to leave everything and take to sea. It was a gripping read. 

Reading Update

Book #15 of the year was The Compound, by Aisling Rawle. This is about a reality show in a world that's maybe just a bit more messed up than our current situation, but not by all that much. On camera constantly, housemates compete for relationships and possessions by doing increasingly brutal things. I expected some kind of realization or redemption but there wasn't any. But it was gripping and hard to put down.

 

Book #16 was The Hunter, by Tana French. This was the second in a trilogy; the third one is coming out next month. Cal Hooper was a police officer in Chicago and he retired to quiet, peaceful rural Ireland. Of course it isn't quite as quiet and peaceful as anticipated. 

 

Book #17 was The River is Waiting, by Wally Lamb. This book was heart-wrecking. It was a book club read, and we were all plunged into despair by it. There's a horrible event in the first chapter and then the whole rest of the book shows the consequences of that event. There's a lot in the book about the prison system in the United States. 

 

Book #18 was Amy Tan's The Backyard Bird Chronicles, which consists of journal entries and drawings of what she witnesses in her back yard during the pandemic. I enjoyed this one enormously.

 

Book #19 was Spectacular Things, by Beck Dorey-Stein, a story of two sisters and how they manage to go on living when they lose their mom. It was an interesting peek into the world of professional soccer, too.

 

Book #20 also gave a glimpse into a world that was unfamiliar to me, that of internet influencers. It was Everyone is Lying to You, by Jo Piazza, mostly set at a conference for said influencers called MomBomb. It's a pretty gory and awful story, and then some of the stuff tacked on at the end made me a little confused and perhaps in need of the inevitable sequel? 

 

In my last reading update I said we'd be teaching online for a bit; it turned out to be only two days and then we were able to reopen. I am very thankful to be teaching in person, whether or not there's more time for reading, but I've also been struggling to catch up on the work the kids did/were supposed to do during the days off and the online teaching. And as you can see from these reviews, I've been reading a lot of dark stuff. I need something a little more cheerful next...