Celebrate the 20th Anniversary of the 3:15 Experiment

I’m a bit at the eleventh hour here with this invitation (SINCE IT BEGINS TONIGHT), but truly, you could join the experiment at any time. And I wanted to write this invitation especially to those who don’t necessarily fancy themselves to be poets. Since August 1993, a shifting menagerie of writers has been waking up each night at 3:15 AM for the entire month of August to write. The original idea was: to discover what connections would be made while writing separately, but together, at the same time for a month while under hypnagogic influences. The experiment was so intriguing and inspiring it kept growing and morphing. Many writers have come to look forward to it every year. Many have created their own guidelines and experiments within the format. We...

from August 3:15 2008

I was cruising Art Predator’s blog (highly recommended as a worthy distraction) and was inspired by THIS ENTRY of one of the poems she wrote for last year’s 3:15 Experiment. I grew DETERMINED to get the rest of my 2008 and 2009 3:15 poems typed up and logged on the the official 3:15 site!!! As I was doing so, I came across this little goodie from Aug 2008. I don’t recall writing it, I don’t recall if it’s from a dream or a TV show or a conversation. I just thought it was really cool. 3:15 AM August 25, 2008 pulling 3 monsters in a red wagon no one knows how she found them dead or how they were placed   she was all grins    speechless but sparkling we take her in     traumatized she speaks not for 13 years one day she is looking out...

August 11, 2009 – 3:15 – Seattle, WA

I’ve been typing up my 3:15 poems from this year (uh, even though I haven’t even finished typing up the ones from LAST year…) and this one is my favourite so far. If you don’t know what the 3:15 Experiment is, check out our FACEBOOK group or check out the Poets sharing their work on the 3:15 Experiment site. August 11 Seattle, WA I bet          no one but insanity knows what it’s like to run amok Big eyes from the galaxy     upon him, ghosts from     the recent past. If all our moments came back to haunt us,     where would they sleep? Moments moping under the accelerator, biding time in the kitchen recipe for repetition undisciplined action Spectators They think the only direction to go is up.     Could be right, so late in the game But...

Pick a Challenge, any Challenge

August is a fine time to work your creative mojo. Everyone’s doing it! And they’re doing it in the form of challenges and experiments. Below are a few that I recommend. Please let me know if there are any more out there in the coming month/s and I’ll add them to the list. The 3:15 Experiment Anyone who follows my blog with any regularity knows that I participate in the annual 3:15 Experiment every year. Basically, a shifting menagerie of poets (and prose writers, actually) wakes up at 3:15 AM EACH morning during the month of August and writes. Our goal is to write while riding a 1/2 dream state. Magic happens. We have a Facebook Group now. Join us. August Postcard Poetry Fest Started by Paul Nelson and Lana Ayers, the Postcard Poetry Fest...

3:15 August 3, 2002

The 2009 experiment is almost here. I’m feeling nostalgic. I’m posting one of my faves from experiments gone by… Join the 3:15 Experiment Facebook Group to stay in the hypnagogic loop. from August 3, 2002 Seattle, WA cherry blossom midnight sneaking spoons in the dark hollow cherished far too many words to not describe my heart-break it breaks itself you know it erases its own glee tumbling like laundry lists believe that memory believe that gesture don’t believe your eyes touch is like grapefruit round and sensitive the eyes     two vulnerable moments of now my god doesn’t like traffic lights or marshmallows my god knows something about picket lines and visits to the dentist I want more of less much more of less...

Collaborative Poem on Qarrtsiluni

My comrades in collaboration and I have a poem up on Quarrtsiluni: Arriving at Form : : 3:15 AM What a great word “qarrtsiluni.” Apparently it’s an Iñupiaq word that means “sitting together in the darkness, waiting for something to burst.” We’re still working on an audio collab to go with it. We’ve all made recordings of us reading the poem (we’re in different cities) and are playing around with it in our spare minutes.