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 …
Author Archives: Pamela Moore Dionne
Going To Goddard for Grad School!
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 …
Fall Tomatoes and Mushrooms
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.
My Edits Are Painfully Slow So I Took a Poetry Break
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 …
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Now My Space Really Is Complete! It Has a Cushy Chair, a Dog & Her Bed, a Character Gallery & Most Important of All – a Plotting Wall!
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 …
My Writing Space Is Finished!
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!
One of My Poems Won 3rd Place in the 8th Annual Writer’s Digest Poetry Competition!
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 …