Think of a family holiday tradition. Who’s there? What do you do? What does the celebration taste like? Smell like?

Consider a problem or idea you’re currently struggling with; it could be something personal to you or an event that’s popped up in the news over the last few days.

This week’s prompt comes via an interview with A.E. Stallings in Lightbox Poetry.

Read the poem below by Taranki poet, Elizbeth Smither. Now, write a poem that begins with a question. Keep going, but don’t try too hard to answer it.

Read the poem below by American poet, Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Read the poem below by serial rulebreaker, ee cummings. Consider all the ways he disregards conventions in punctuation, language, spacing, structure, rhyme and metre.

To honour this month’s love-filled celebrations, we read Pablo Neruda’s yearnful poem Here I Love You at our Tuesday night gathering.

We’re going to run an online Dark Angels course that explores connections between visual and verbal art. It’s a big field, and the connections are many, not least because each individual will make unique connections.

At our gathering this week, we responded to Sarah Howe’s prose poem, [There were barnacles…]. Prose poetry is a genre that mixes up the lyrical and rythmical elements of poetry with the standard elements of prose, such as punctuation and no line breaks.

Last week I had the unusual (for this year) experience of running a Dark Angels course – a live, residential one with real people.

Earlier this year I was looking forward to a new Dark Angels course. The plan was I’d run it with the artist Jenni Wallace and we’d explore the connections between visual and verbal art at a country house in Sussex called Tilton.