Bloggety, blog #1 …

Welcome! This is the very first entry on our brand new website for!

We’re going to be filling fill these pages with all manner of poetry world information to entertain, educate, elucidate and promote the work of poets from the Leelanau Peninsula in Michigan.

From writing prompts to online classes, in person workshops to gatherings at local vineyards and beaches where we’ll commiserate about our ancient art over victuals and viticulture.

Though we usually write alone and quietly offer our words to small audiences, here we can learn to inspire one another and collaborate with unexpected co-conspirators who move in the world of paint and cameras illustrating or instigating the creation of poetry.

Take a moment and explore this project, CONSENSES, created by Sally Taylor, daughter of Carly Simon and James Taylor. This fresh idea of collaborations across disciplines is ripe with possibilities right here in Leelanau where we have a wealth of creative souls itching to play together. Let’s make it happen.

Have a look at Consenses and follow this blog to see what we are up to next! Watch the video that explains exactly how this game of art works and the astonishing final shows that are possible.

Back in 2018, my friend and former Lansing area photographer, Jane Rosemont, submitted a haunting photograph she called- Dream House to the Consenses Monthly Challenge. I rose to the occasion and wrote a poem for her photo and five others joined as well offering their interpretation of the photo using their own mediums. It was pretty cool to get an email from Sally about my poem. Go test your writing chops out there in the newest Monthly Challenge!

The possibilities of this type of collaborative project could evolve into a phenomenal Leelanau Exhibit with dozens of pieces all coming to life from one, original source.

Jane’s photo, my poem and others…

Let’s have some fun,


NaPowriMo2021 Day 29

Untitled #29 by Larry Mawby my temple is above my eyes, it is there that i worship. my temple is everywhere i go, it is there that i worship. the incense of flowers or the wet forest reminds me that everything is sacred. the chorus of birds or the wind reminds me that everything is…

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day #28

Nests by Mimi DiFrancesca _________________________ Untitled #28 by Larry Mawby daffodil blooms are finished; rain last night beat them down, now we see green leaves. bb

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day #27

Untitled by Larry Mawby i dreamt of bread, a boule with crisp crust, chewy interior, warm from the bake, now sliced thick & slathered with butter. then, as one does, i edited the dream, making the boule smaller, b-cup sized, sliced in half for a hearty sandwich. sandwich filled with sliced meat, cheese, tomato, spinach,…

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 26

Too Damn Crowded by Mimi DiFrancesca ______________ Untitled #26 by Larry Mawby april’s a true false lover, her breath of sweet spring a warm whisper in our ear even as she coldly pricks our belly with an ice dagger. ah april, i love you, cruel bitch.

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 25

Untitled #25 by Larry Mawby two haiku for you. we live here in the shadow of the lake, where fruit grows. ~~~ leelanau late april: apricots bloom, snow falls, peepers are silent. _____________ Photograph by Mimi DiFrancesca

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 24

Southern Angel by Mimi DiFrancesca ___________________________________ Untitled #24 by Larry Mawby the only thing moving this morning outside is sunlight streaming through the gaps between branches of the trees; reflecting off daffodils, dead leaves, the iron crow, and into my eyes, bringing me this message: qi, or chi, is some part of the dark energy…

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 23

Untitled #23 by Larry Mawby the lightness of water, the heaviness of water. when water partakes more of heaviness, it lies upon the earth in oceans or lakes, or even snuggles into the ground. water partaking of lightness disappears into the air and, when very light-filled, is felt as dryness. when the lightness is cold,…

NaPoWriMo2021 Day 22

Safe by Mimi DiFrancesca Untitled #22 by Larry Mawby what does the iron crow, who perches on the iron branch in the young maple tree outside my window, live on? i feet him fragments of my night dreams each morning, which i believe are sustaining for iron crows. he may scavenge day dreams from others,…

NaPoWriMo2021 Day 21

Twenty One by Mimi DiFrancesca Untitled #22 by Larry Mawby as i breathe out, emptying my lungs, i reach out. until, lungs empty, i pause in that blessed state of emptiness. then, without thought, my lungs refill and i return.

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 20

Untitled by Larry Mawby here, now, i send a prayer, an entreaty, to the young maple tree outside my window. forgive me, forgive us all, for though we knew, we did not act, and through our casual inaction we have imperiled your future. i pray as a child does, seeking accommodation in exchange for actions…


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