Taut Caesuras by Pamela Moore Dionne $14.99 A caesura is a pause in a line of poetry using the rhythms of natural speech rather than of meter. In Taut Caesuras, Dionne uses pauses to bring home the mighty punches of addiction, of loss, of biological predispositions, and ultimately enlightenment. –Sheila Bender, A New Theology: Turning to Poetry […]
My reading with Tamara Kaye Sellman and Lauren Davis is now available on YouTube:
I’ll be reading from my upcoming poetry chapbook titled Paradox and Illusion. Below is a Webex link to the Seattle Library’s Ballard Branch reading series featuring me, Tamara Kaye Sellman and Lauren Davis. Be sure to log in early in case you have difficulty with the Webex connection. https://www.spl.org/event-calendar?trumbaEmbed=view%3Devent%26eventid%3D147344039
Paradox and Illusion was the featured book of the day at Finishing Line Press, May 6, 2020. Please place your pre order today at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/paradox-and-illusion-by-pamela-moore-dionne/ and help me get my numbers up.
Praise for Paradox and Illusion: In her poem “Pleiades,” Dionne writes, “We pirouette like comets, free spiraling through atmospheres we create and interrupt, leaving shallow footprints in our wake.” To read the poems in Paradox and Illusion is to be swept into such a pirouette and to spiral from what is ordinary into transformative landscapes, […]
Each ending carries with it a beginning. This is the cycle lived every day of our lives; the slowing to rest, to sleep, at the end of day. That pause is the moment just before possibility presents itself as new. Tonight, we turn from the past to step into a new year, a new decade. […]
Traveling is always magical for me, because I’m not seeing anything familiar so I’m free to be completely present in the new environment where I find myself. (And I do think travel helps me find myself – my humanity, my connection to the larger world and its inhabitants.) I turn my head and am captured […]
Pif Magazine just published one of my poems. It’s titled “After All the Lust.” Here is the URL: https://www.pifmagazine.com/2019/03/after-all-the-lust/
I enrolled in Goddard College’s low residency program for an MFA in Creative Writing that began in July 2017. At my fourth and final residency in February 2018, I celebrated my seventieth birthday. On July 15, 2018 I graduated with a Masters in Creative Writing. The past two years have been challenging and joyful as […]
Choose your leaders with wisdom and forethought. To be led by a coward is to be led by all that the coward fears. To be led by a fool is to be led by the opportunists who control the fool. To be led by a thief is to offer up your most precious treasures to […]
The podcast of my interview at KPTZ by poet and memoirist Sheila Bender is now available at https://kptz.org/in-conversation-pamela-dionne/
Time/Dates: Tuesdays from 3 – 5:00pm beginning September 12 – October 24, 2017. The final session on October 24, 2017 will run three hours (2 – 5:00pm) in order to accommodate a reading by participants. Location: Writers’ Workshoppe & Imprint Books 820 Water Street, Port Townsend, WA. www.writersworkshoppe.com 1-360-379-2617 You can register for this class after […]
The Missing Voice of Tyranny in the Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver The Poisonwood Bible is a novel that uses five different voices to tell the story of Nathan Price and his family who go to the Belgian Congo in 1959 as itinerate Baptist missionaries. The only adult narrator is Orleanna Price, Nathan’s wife. […]
My poems Gulls Drop Like Rags, Hummingbird, and Mt. Ellinor as well of a photo I took in Nisos Thira will be published in the next issue of The Pitkin Review this summer. I’ll provide a link as soon as the journal is available.
Edwidge Danticat’s novel Breath, Eyes, Memory demonstrates how immigrants bring their home culture ethos with them when arriving in a new country and how that makes assimilation difficult. The novel gives us a view of the better life that many immigrants hope America will deliver. This narrative achieves its purpose using gender issues, race issues, […]
Today is the deadline!Fellowship applications are now open through September 30. To apply, click here.The Grotto FellowshipOur fellowship program is dedicated to fostering emerging writers. It is open to writers of every genre, including fiction, nonfiction memoir, journalism, poetry, dramatic writing, etc. Writers who have demonstrated a commitment to their craft but who are not […]
Admiration, Envy and Resentment in Viet Thanh Nguyen’s Short Story, “Fatherland” Viet Thanh Nguyen gives us entry into complex family dynamics when he opens the short story “Fatherland” with the statement, “It was a most peculiar thing to do. Everyone said so who heard the story, of how Phuong’s father had named his second set […]
Welcome to the new simplified website. As books, poems and/or articles are published you’ll hear about it on this page. Meanwhile I’m really enjoying working toward my MFA in Creative Writing at Goddard College. My advisor this semester is Aimee Liu. Her ability to get to the heart of whatever I’m working on and help […]
Dear readers, I’ve decided to go back to college and get my MFA in creative writing. For some time I’ve been unhappy with the editing process on Blue Truth. I feel there are gaps in my knowledge that are causing me to take missteps I no longer want to take. Because of the demands of […]
Today has been a day of harvesting. After bringing in the tomatoes we went mushrooming in the Olympic Mountains and came back with a bonanza of Lobster and Chanterelle mushrooms.
Below are two poems I’ve been working on whenever I get sick of editing 350 pages of text. Poet I live on an inland sea where daily I hear the wheeze and hack of herons, long dactylic hexameters, odd wracking convulsions, sad tuneless songs to lost sailors. Like Odysseus – a low down drunk Cyrenian […]
Here are a couple photos of the plotting wall in progress. All the visuals for composites of each major character are up where I can stare at them for inspiration. They’ll help keep my descriptions consistent, too. In addition, I’ve got a 7-foot strip of butcher paper tacked to the wall with a line that […]
I finally have a room of my own again. It’s in the basement away from distractions and completely self-contained. I never need to come upstairs unless I WANT TO!
Hummingbird Percussive wing song. Throb of muscle and sinew. Sweet tooth en plein air. A cinnabar dash rises like fury, strokes the weathered verdigris of lamb’s ear to paint cayenne and emerald across a simple sage-blue sky. Dragon’s blood shimmers and morphs along prism cells catching light. Hue and shade as changeable as flight. Tiny […]