See the Million-Line Poem in progress here! Today’s lines of inspiration: and a pearl dawns in the yawning oyster sky only after long night of perturbation by grit (Dianne Silvestri, Natick, MA) * * If you’re just joining us now, you can read more about the Million-Line Poem and how to participate here

See the Million-Line Poem in progress here! Today’s lines of inspiration: halos, after all, are not made from dust, but ice, compact and wound through the tornado’s reckless wandering. (Amy Nawrocki, Hamden, CT) * * If you’re just joining us now, you can read more about the Million-Line Poem and how to participate here

See the Million-Line Poem in progress here! Today’s lines of inspiration: halos, after all, are not made from dust, but ice, compact and wound through the tornado’s reckless wandering. (Amy Nawrocki, Hamden, CT) * * If you’re just joining us now, you can read more about the Million-Line Poem and how to participate here

See the Million-Line Poem in progress here! Today’s lines of inspiration: halos, after all, are not made from dust, but ice, compact and wound through the tornado’s reckless wandering. (Amy Nawrocki, Hamden, CT) * * If you’re just joining us now, you can read more about the Million-Line Poem and how to participate here

See the Million-Line Poem in progress here! Today’s lines of inspiration: halos, after all, are not made from dust, but ice, compact and wound through the tornado’s reckless wandering. (Amy Nawrocki, Hamden, CT) * * If you’re just joining us now, you can read more about the Million-Line Poem and how to participate here

See the Million-Line Poem in progress here! Today’s lines of inspiration: The worst weather occurred after I fell for you— a dark cloud’s descent into hail. (Kyle Laws, Pueblo, CO) * * If you’re just joining us now, you can read more about the Million-Line Poem and how to participate here

See the Million-Line Poem in progress here! Today’s lines of inspiration: Shimmied off sped-past plots of careful thought, and flightless form and so a diluvial self was born—me, a sublunary breathing apparatus. (Emily Mitamura, Ardsley, NY) * * If you’re just joining us now, you can read more about the Million-Line Poem and how to … Read more

See the Million-Line Poem in progress here! Today’s lines of inspiration: You singed my lips and burnt your watermark. In barefoot abandon I dove into the sea. (Mona Theresa Lydon-Rochelle, Bainbridge Island, WA) * * If you’re just joining us now, you can read more about the Million-Line Poem and how to participate here

See the Million-Line Poem in progress here! Today’s lines of inspiration: But the horizon swells to swallow fire, the tide retreats, and day lies charred, weeping in night blindness. (Dianne Silvestri, Natick, MA) * * If you’re just joining us now, you can read more about the Million-Line Poem and how to participate here

See the Million-Line Poem in progress here! Today’s lines of inspiration: But the horizon swells to swallow fire, the tide retreats, and day lies charred, weeping in night blindness. (Dianne Silvestri, Natick, MA) * * If you’re just joining us now, you can read more about the Million-Line Poem and how to participate here