April’s just about passed in a frantic blur as we adjust to new restrictions, new fears, and isolation. It’s been a while since the blog’s been very active, and it feels strange to be blogging just now, as if things are normal. Nothing is normal now and there’s no telling what normal will look like at the end of this. But if we still have readers: hi. Hope you’re all well, and safe, and finding ways to cope.
This morning I discovered some poetry apps on my phone, downloaded in anticipation of National Poetry Month and forgotten in all of *gestures* this. Reader, I was bummed. I’d had so many plans for April. Workshops, collaborations, celebrations. Poem in Your Pocket Day. Another found poetry workshop. Prompts galore. In the galaxy of things this pandemic has changed, my plans to pester you all with poetry rank pretty low. But fiddling with the apps cheered me a little, so I thought I’d share.
HaikuJAM is a collaborative haiku app–you simply write a line and pass it on. You can see some finished haiku on their Instagram.*
Poetry Magnets! There’s magnet poetry on my fridge—official sets as well as DIY—and sure, I’m not leaving the house for a while, so it’s not like portability is an issue, but I can always use another canvas for poetry that doesn’t involve standing barefoot in the kitchen on a chilly morning. There’s no social aspect to this one, but you can always share your poems with us or with a friend.
Puzzling Poetry is my new favorite game. A poem is disassembled, and with a little color-coded assistance, you piece it back together to unlock the audio. Puzzle and poetry reading in one!
Bonus not-an-app: Poetry Unbound is a twice-weekly ten-minute poetry podcast that’s very soothing to listen to.
Got any poetry goodies for me?
* Be aware that the app owns the content created there, and some content may end up on their social media. We’ve had a number of discussions in the group about guarding your rights to your work, so I felt that should be addressed. I’m very protective of my work as a rule, but in this case I’ve decided not to fret over handing over my third of a 17-word poem. This is a creative exercise and a cute way to connect with strangers. Don’t mistake it for a platform for work you’re developing.