Seth Thill - Stupid Poetry with Seth Thill (Page 4)

What to Expect When You’re Expecting (A Poetry Workshop)

Howdy, there, y'all. After seeing some wild horses out in Washington last week, I have decided to rebrand as a cowboy. I have gone the yee-haw way. (Just kidding. Unless... no.) Anyway, I am back in Iowa, feeling refreshed and ready to resume poem-ing. And more

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, or, Where in the World Is Sethill?, or, a Few Quick Announcements

Hi, folks. Happy Thursday (not Monday???) from Portland, Oregon (not Iowa???). Yes, the rumors from the 2nd sentence of this newsletter are true. I am in Portland, which is not in Iowa, on vacation. Hence the missing Monday post this week. Because I am away on vacation, I am going

More Than Words (1991), or, Some Pictures Too

Hi, everybody! I hope you all got to do something fun this weekend–watched your favorite movie or played catch with some friends or went antiquing bought a very nice monkey's paw. My weekend was covered in ink. As you maybe already know, I am not only writing

A Poem About Baseball, or, A Poem About Something Else Entirely

Hello, folks. I hope your Monday has been fantastic, or at least good, or at least managable. You're trying your best. Today, I want to talk about baseball. Kinda. Baseball is the metaphor. Except that isn't quite right because it is literally about baseball too. Baseball

A Poetry Graveyard, or, A Thing I Do

Hi, everybody. I hope you are doing well and have not spontaneously combusted from stepping outside during the current heat wave. About a month and a half into my tenure as Visiting Artist at Hartman, I am feeling like I have a solid routine going. On days I have time

Forest Bathing

Hello, and happy Monday, all. Fight your inner Garfield, and enjoy what's left of the day. Or don't–the world needs Garfields too. I am writing to you a few hours after having gone "forest bathing." According to the Global Wellness Institute, Forest bathing,

Contradictions, or, A Poem

Hello, folks. I hope you all had a nice holiday weekend, which is why I am coming to you again on a Tuesday, rather than a Monday. In the past week or so, I have been thinking a lot about the double (or triple...quadruple?) faceted relationship we all maintain

Overstimulation and its Various Treatments, or, A Photo Dump

Hello, all. I hope you are doing okay. I would like to give you an update on my past week at Hartman, my 3rd week working in earnest. My project this summer, as I have probably said too many times already, is focused on how we balance the chaos of

Dead tree trunk propped up with a plastic red ball in a crack in the wood, two plastic bit that look like eyes at the top.

Heat Wave, or, a Rumination on Process

Hello, folks! I hope you are all doing fantastic and enjoyed your weekends and maybe saw some cool cloud formations or found a twenty in the laundry. I did not post yesterday in respect of the national observance of Juneteenth, so that is why you are getting this on a

A picture of crowded with shrubbery and trees with a yellow sign in front that says "Trail Not Maintained Difficult To Find"

Say Hi to Kathy, or, My First Full Week at Hartman, or, What I Learned About Where I Am

Welcome back (or just welcome) to the blog. Can you believe it has already been a week since we last talked? Or, more accurately, as I presume most people reading this maybe just discovered the site, can you believe it has been 30 whole seconds since you skimmed through last

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How many poets does it take to print some pretty pictures? or, an Introduction Post, or, an Impromptu Selfy Tour

Hello, and welcome to the very first entry of the Poetry Prints at Hartman blog. I am going to be brief about introducing myself here, because there is a whole dang page dedicated to doing that around the corner that you can check out. But for the sake of keeping