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Greg McVerry

Don't have no effect sizes, but we got web ring of writers, and an RSS planet: https://clmoocring.jgregorymcverry.com/ if I need to add it to hang out with crew I could add some "blah, blah blah, JPG identity kits, blah blah blah"

Greg McVerry

@nathan_stevens Well that has to go out to crew as we just pulled of writing gift peoms each day in November. We keep a web ring, RSS Planet, facebook group, private writing spaces Yapnet, and twitter hashtag

Greg McVerry

seen a few https://indieweb.org/silo-quits as people look to to take better ownership & control of writing. We can still share our work. I syndicate poems to https://indieweb.xyz/en/poetry and we use a web ring and RSS planet

Greg McVerry

Truth Wrapped In Blankets of Kindness: A #poetryport gift for everyone who pours energy into #femedtech

Seek voices
of those who
sow Quilts
of truth
as our metaphors
of meaning,
reasons for beings,

Flax age rises

truth spun on
spindles of fallen
swords


Looms of labor lost


as knots of cottage
industry take
root in villages
of our
minds.

Knowledge is not
capital. To be brokered
or sold.
Knowledge is a kindness
blanket warming
us all.

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Greg McVerry

Hey I threw together a quick tutorial on making a calendar to track writing you publish each day: https://poetryportcalendar.glitch.me/ You can make a quick RSS feed and I will add your poems to our Planet

Greg McVerry

So many niche communities of teachers connect blogging. has web ring, rss planet, provides private space to draft. Find a passion. Get a blog. Curate a community. In fact is giving out free poems all month as part of

Greg McVerry

Feces withe A Face: A Virtual Poem for #clmooc #poetryport

Shit.
A promised made
to keep the poems
more physical
to find Pinksy's history in
everything.
Meaning in the mundane
now tasked to describe virtually
I wonder
where is the
the line?
Asked since 1959
Do we taste and feel
in our online spaces?
The faces
Real?

Then I remember poop is virtual too!
What does it mean for poetry
When our feces has faces?

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How I Wrote the Play at the Ridgline #Poetryport by painting a picture with words, a paper journal in hand, dog at my side, and falling sun

How I Wrote the Play at the Ridgline #Poetryport by painting a picture with words, a paper journal in hand, dog at my side, and falling sun
How I Wrote the Play at the Ridgline #Poetryport by painting a picture with words, a paper journal in hand, dog at my side, and falling sun
How I Wrote the Play at the Ridgline #Poetryport by painting a picture with words, a paper journal in hand, dog at my side, and falling sun

I realized that in much of my work I was always somewhere but never here. I had forgotten the embodied experience. 

Telling stories in simple observations is the only way to dig at deeper truths.

So I grabbed a journal and the dog and headed off into the woods. After walking awhlle I sat. Then I wrote. I tried to focus on all my senses. Capture a verse for each. This is a the first and only tool needed in a poet's toolkit.

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Playing on the Ridgeline #poetryport #smallpoems

RidgelineRocks scattered  speckled greyamong our brown blanketof forest aching for snowplopped on a rock,logs a defrosted messthe dog plays, such joyin limitless discoverychasing sents and

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Ridgeline
Rocks scattered
  speckled grey
among our brown blanket
of forest aching for snow
plopped on a rock,
logs a defrosted mess
the dog plays, such joy
in limitless discovery
chasing sents and rodents
leaves rustle with relentless
energy
No turkey or deer today
Just wispy clouds painting
the sun's whiskers
that rap upon
Dead giants  who creak their
 funeral dirge
Brisk air, a break  from
Winter's sojourn
Wind howls from the valley
 below, stirring memories; carrying
them away
Rushing a reality
past my face
  As I sit
   in bliss
Not too long the moon
will rise to my back
Our sun will wrap
itself on the
other side of the hill
I will get cold
the journal will close
   not yet
I'm not done

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Poetry As Play #Poetyport #clmooc #smallpoems

Given today's poetry prompt of play I had to try something I have never done before: Remix a voice poem in GarageBand

screen shot of garage band with 9 voice tracks

In the shower I came up with the phrase "majestic, frenetic, poetic play", and I thought about how awesome it was for Wendy to play with spoken word in a poetic gift to someone. I wanted to try something new.

So I grabbed a couple phrases from twitter this morning. "Take a Step Back" and "Tinkering As Agentive Feedback" and added "Find Your Answers in Your Poetry and Your Poetry in Your Play"

I then recorded each track...learned you need to silence the other tracks, and then re-recorded all the tracks.

Next I learned you can right click and select "split at masthead" I then moved clips around, played with volume...and of course reverb...cuz you know...rock and roll

 

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