To our poets,
After much deliberation, we have decided to shelve our plans for the Well-Versed Reader. We apologize for disappointing our poets (and frustrating you, we're sure, along the way). We had such a specific goal for the structure of this book, but both our geographical distance and other logistics prevented us from doing it right. We do not want to settle for less.
From the start, you had our permission to submit your poems elsewhere. If we eventually resurrect the project, we will contact you all first.
Keep writing and submitting!
Nancy and Jane
The Well-Versed Reader
Poetry for Readers
Thursday, December 14, 2017
Saturday, March 4, 2017
Update on WVR
Jane and I have communicated with some of you individually as we're working through the anthology, but we want to let you know we are both hard at work pulling the project together, particularly the discussion sections for book club readers.
We've scheduled some face-to-face time in the next week or so, and we will keep you posted.
Thanks for you patience!
Nancy
We've scheduled some face-to-face time in the next week or so, and we will keep you posted.
Thanks for you patience!
Nancy
Monday, August 29, 2016
The Time Is Out of Joint (O Cursed Spite!): An Update
Friends and poets, Jane and I want to give you an update on the anthology. As you know, what we have in mind is more than a simple anthology or collection of poems. Now that we have made our selections, we are working to organize the poems thematically and to put together the tools that would make this book suitable, useful, and enjoyable for book clubs who normally discuss novels.
Most of you know, too, that since I've moved to Nashville, much of our work is being conducted by phone. (Picture both of us with phones tucked between shoulder and ear as we are clicking away on our respective keyboards.)
We have every intention of making this the best possible publication. We want to get it ready for print as soon as we can, but we aren't willing to sacrifice our goals for the quality of the project.
Meanwhile, we hope you will keep writing great poems. We'd love to see this one become so successful that a second volume would be necessary.
Warmest regards,
Nancy
Most of you know, too, that since I've moved to Nashville, much of our work is being conducted by phone. (Picture both of us with phones tucked between shoulder and ear as we are clicking away on our respective keyboards.)
We have every intention of making this the best possible publication. We want to get it ready for print as soon as we can, but we aren't willing to sacrifice our goals for the quality of the project.
Meanwhile, we hope you will keep writing great poems. We'd love to see this one become so successful that a second volume would be necessary.
Warmest regards,
Nancy
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Well-Versed Poets: Information for You
Now that Jane has emailed the results of our selection process, we're receiving lots of email questions from our poets. We are going to try to answer those questions here, and we ask that if you have other questions, you attach them as comments to this blog post, so (1. we'll have one place to look for questions and (2. everyone can see the same answers.
First of all, the bio should be brief, no more than 70 words and in third person. You can include your prior publications or you can confess your idiosyncrasies! It's your 70 words.
If your poem has been accepted, you are still free to submit it elsewhere. Please let us know if it is accepted elsewhere and we'll make a note in the book if possible.
We do not know yet when the book will be available, but we promise that you will know as soon as we do. In addition to working alone, we are spending lots of time on the phone and computer together to make sure we produce the best book we can. Fortunately, Jane and I like each other and enjoy this part of the process.
You should be able to post comments here and to see each other's comments too. We will monitor daily so we won't leave your questions unanswered.
Now go write some more great poems!
First of all, the bio should be brief, no more than 70 words and in third person. You can include your prior publications or you can confess your idiosyncrasies! It's your 70 words.
If your poem has been accepted, you are still free to submit it elsewhere. Please let us know if it is accepted elsewhere and we'll make a note in the book if possible.
We do not know yet when the book will be available, but we promise that you will know as soon as we do. In addition to working alone, we are spending lots of time on the phone and computer together to make sure we produce the best book we can. Fortunately, Jane and I like each other and enjoy this part of the process.
You should be able to post comments here and to see each other's comments too. We will monitor daily so we won't leave your questions unanswered.
Now go write some more great poems!
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
On This Side of Submissions
Jane and I first want to thank those of you who submitted to our Well-Versed Reader project for your patience as we've worked our way through, making decisions about which poems work best with our vision for this anthology.
We aren't used to being on this side of the submissions process. We've both spent lots of time writing and submitting and waiting. And waiting. Since we both have a long history as English teachers, we recognized similarities between grading essays and sifting through poems. I know I often invested far more time grading papers that students would have believed. I wanted to be fair, and I didn't want to slip into "grade slide," gradually accepting weaker papers because I was worn out OR grading more harshly as I got tired. Avoiding these extremes meant reading and re-reading. It meant I had to recognize when I was too tired to be fair (or fully conscious).
As we have worked through the poems, we recognize that some poets have submitted lovely poems that just don't match our concept of narrative poetry. Throughout the reading, we've each tried to imagine that ideal reader: someone who loves to read fiction but who feels uncertain when facing poetry. We want to woo readers to this genre we love.
My move to Nashville complicated our process, but we've spent hours (literally, hours) on the phone discussing every poem, every poet. On behalf of both of us, Jane is sending the results of our painstaking process to all of you.
We look forward to putting together a collection of poems that will appeal to a broad readership and one in which our poets will be proud to be represented.
As we approach the next stage, editing, arranging, shaping this book into the final project we envision, we hope you're back at your desk or laptop or curled up in your comfy chair writing more good poems.
We aren't used to being on this side of the submissions process. We've both spent lots of time writing and submitting and waiting. And waiting. Since we both have a long history as English teachers, we recognized similarities between grading essays and sifting through poems. I know I often invested far more time grading papers that students would have believed. I wanted to be fair, and I didn't want to slip into "grade slide," gradually accepting weaker papers because I was worn out OR grading more harshly as I got tired. Avoiding these extremes meant reading and re-reading. It meant I had to recognize when I was too tired to be fair (or fully conscious).
As we have worked through the poems, we recognize that some poets have submitted lovely poems that just don't match our concept of narrative poetry. Throughout the reading, we've each tried to imagine that ideal reader: someone who loves to read fiction but who feels uncertain when facing poetry. We want to woo readers to this genre we love.
My move to Nashville complicated our process, but we've spent hours (literally, hours) on the phone discussing every poem, every poet. On behalf of both of us, Jane is sending the results of our painstaking process to all of you.
We look forward to putting together a collection of poems that will appeal to a broad readership and one in which our poets will be proud to be represented.
As we approach the next stage, editing, arranging, shaping this book into the final project we envision, we hope you're back at your desk or laptop or curled up in your comfy chair writing more good poems.
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Thanks for the Narratives!
Jane's been trying to post since the deadline passed to no avail. Here's what she wanted to share:
Now
that submissions have closed for The
Well-Versed Reader, the fun for Nancy and me really begins. We would like to thank all of the wonderful
poets from twenty-five states and seven countries who sent their narratives for
consideration. We heard from one hundred
and twelve poets, so we have now well over three hundred poems to winnow for
the book. That will take us a bit of
time, so hang tight. We will contact you
before summer.
As
proof of the power of poets to move poets, I’d like to share that North
Carolina had the largest number of submitters, perhaps because Nancy and I used
the North Carolina Writers Network and NC Poetry Society to get the word
out. Thanks to those organizations and
their generous writers for helping spread the word.
The
second largest number of submissions came from Texas. Why? Two words: Laurie Kolp.
Our friend with whom we write at Poetic Asides, Robert Brewer’s poetry
blog at Writers Digest, used her
position as president of her state’s poetry society to encourage her local
poets to submit.
While
we are about thanking people, Robert Brewer cannot be overlooked. A number of poets who submitted reported
seeing our Call for Submissions mentioned on Robert’s blog, Poetic Asides, the
hometown of poets from all over the world.
Robert does more than most to cultivate a friendly place for poets to
meet, read one another, and comment, a task over and above his actual job at
WD. He offers weekly Wednesday prompts and both an April Poem-a-Day Challenge
and a November Chapbook Challenge.
That’s right. Those efforts are
extras for him, as he labors on the yearly Poet’s Market. Nancy and I are so very appreciative of the
way he introduces poets to publishers and places where they can learn, grow, make
friends from near and far, and find themselves and their readership.
So
now the work begins. No need to nudge us
for results. We will not hold out on you
fabulous poets. As soon as the results
are final, we will be emailing participants.
Thank you all for your support of what we believe to be a darned
interesting project. Write on, friends!
Monday, January 25, 2016
As we near the deadline for our Call for Submissions, Jane and I are so pleased with the submissions so far, and we're hoping for a deluge by the middle of February. Please continue to share this link with other poets whose work you enjoy.
Today I wanted to share Karen Call's "Do Not Take My Truck," another poem of a narrative nature that appeared on Jayne Jaudon Ferrer's "Your Daily Poem" that appears in my mailbox each morning. It fits the "day in the life of..." mode in the same fashion as Viorst's Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" to which the poet alludes.
The poem written in direct address to young Conner gives a picture of a small boy's day in which the concept of sharing is pushed beyond its limit.
Questions:
Is this poem written for children or for adults?
How do the details of the poem send readers right back into a kindergarten or nursery school setting?
What are the clearest memories you have of your early childhood, particularly in a similar setting?
Do you have similar childhood memories when others pushed your good nature to its limits?
Who were the bullies you remember? the pushovers? Which were you?
How does this short poem develop the characters?
What clues give insight to Conner's teachers or caregivers?
Why do adults sometimes fail to recognize the different perspectives of children?
I'll confess that this poem brought me back to Mrs. Powell's kindergarten, which I attended in her basement (before most elementary schools had added kindergarten). I recall my difficulty, when finger-painting, in learning to let my green trees dry before I added my red apples. I remember being cast as Mary in the Christmas play on the day we started rehearsal, but then Mrs. Powell forgot whom she cast and another girl stole my part. (I know I didn't imagine this because I met the girl again when I transferred schools in tenth grade, and she confessed and apologized.) Most clearly, I remember Donnie M., a "bad boy" who was asked to leave our class for some reason. He lived in the neighborhood, and one day we heard a knock on the door. When the teacher opened the door, there stood Donnie. He quickly sang out, "You ain't nothin' but a hound dog!" and then ran away.
I love a poem or story that makes me recall one of my own. I'll bet you do too.
*Thanks to Jayne Jaudon Ferrer for permission to share the poem on her site.
Today I wanted to share Karen Call's "Do Not Take My Truck," another poem of a narrative nature that appeared on Jayne Jaudon Ferrer's "Your Daily Poem" that appears in my mailbox each morning. It fits the "day in the life of..." mode in the same fashion as Viorst's Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" to which the poet alludes.
The poem written in direct address to young Conner gives a picture of a small boy's day in which the concept of sharing is pushed beyond its limit.
Questions:
Is this poem written for children or for adults?
How do the details of the poem send readers right back into a kindergarten or nursery school setting?
What are the clearest memories you have of your early childhood, particularly in a similar setting?
Do you have similar childhood memories when others pushed your good nature to its limits?
Who were the bullies you remember? the pushovers? Which were you?
How does this short poem develop the characters?
What clues give insight to Conner's teachers or caregivers?
Why do adults sometimes fail to recognize the different perspectives of children?
I'll confess that this poem brought me back to Mrs. Powell's kindergarten, which I attended in her basement (before most elementary schools had added kindergarten). I recall my difficulty, when finger-painting, in learning to let my green trees dry before I added my red apples. I remember being cast as Mary in the Christmas play on the day we started rehearsal, but then Mrs. Powell forgot whom she cast and another girl stole my part. (I know I didn't imagine this because I met the girl again when I transferred schools in tenth grade, and she confessed and apologized.) Most clearly, I remember Donnie M., a "bad boy" who was asked to leave our class for some reason. He lived in the neighborhood, and one day we heard a knock on the door. When the teacher opened the door, there stood Donnie. He quickly sang out, "You ain't nothin' but a hound dog!" and then ran away.
I love a poem or story that makes me recall one of my own. I'll bet you do too.
*Thanks to Jayne Jaudon Ferrer for permission to share the poem on her site.
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