Terri Deno·Jun 2640 Days of Living Like a Poet, Day 27: The Poem Was in the Pause BetweenThey say silence is deafening, but you know what? Silence is what we rarely get, so it should be held in our hand and our heads like a…
Terri Deno·Jun 1140 Days of Living Like a Poet, Day 26: The Old Notebook in the Closet Had Something to SayIt’s never a scream that brings you back. Only a quiet whisper in the ear, maybe just as you start to fall asleep. It wants to tell you…
Terri Deno·Jun 640 Days of Living Like a Poet, Day 25: A Map Written in StanzasIf stars were guides to navigators of long ago then we must consider the thought of words, phrases that cause a stir in the soul a map for…
Terri Deno·May 2540 Days of Living Like a Poet, Day 24: Notes from the SidewalkI don’t look for the patterns that slide across my vision. They just appear. My gaze perpetually downward, I see the chips and cracks, an…
Terri Deno·Apr 2740 Days of Living Like a Poet, Day 23: I Romanticized Everything (And Lived to Tell It)The alarm clock felt like a gentle sunrise, gently summoning me awake, and the soft sheets wrapped me in a hug.A response icon1A response icon1
Terri Deno·Apr 15Draft2Digital is Implementing New Fees for Writers: What This Means for Your Sales StrategyIf you are a self-published writer who has been in the game for a few years, you probably already know about the Draft2Digital platform…A response icon1A response icon1
Terri Deno·Apr 740 Days of Living Like a Poet, Day 22: I Gave the Moon a Name TodayA name can tell you so many things, coupled with the hope of potential. And when we give it to a man, a woman, a thing that makes us smile…A response icon1A response icon1
Terri Deno·Mar 3040 Days of Living Like a Poet, Day 21: Love is a Poem That Keeps Revising MeI feel the heft of the trinket box in my hands. It has grown from an empty box that looked like it had potential to a treasure trove of…
Terri Deno·Mar 540 Days of Living Like a Poet, Day 20: I Wrote with the Wrong Hand to Find the Right WordsI live with the ancient curse of left-handedness. We see the ghosts of evil when we look over our left shoulders. We fend off this natural…A response icon1A response icon1
Terri Deno·Mar 440 Days of Living Like a Poet, Day 19: This Poem Has Teeth (And I Fed It Anyway)Rage ravaging the page cannot temper gnashing teeth, working to grind down every hope you’ve ever had. It takes a subtle shift, a pen…
