Once a month, my writing group meets for encouragement, timed writing prompts, and discussing a chapter of Dear Writer by Maggie Smith. One of my favorite parts of our group, aside from getting to know incredible women across the country, is that we are all being wooed by poetry. Not a one of us is a professional, published poet, but we dabble. We try prose and rhyme and adding sensory details to our essays (because that, too, is poetry). As a result, I’ve been reading more poetry this summer.
I have a stack of poetry collections next to my “matcha chair,” where I drink my matcha latte in the morning while my boys look at books and play, until I finish the ritual and welcome them on my lap for more reading. The lovely thing about poetry collections is the ability to dip in and out without losing a plot thread. Most mornings I can manage one poem before my kids interrupt with questions or squabbles. Some afternoons, I can read an entire poetry collection in one sitting. Poetry is versatile, inspiring, and one of my new favorite forms to experiment with in my personal writing time.
Today, I’m sharing two poetry collections I enjoyed this summer, plus one novel-in-verse from an iconic author.
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