Thursday, September 24, 2020

An Honest Fib

This week Poetry Friday is being hosted by Jone Rush MacCulloch








To celebrate both National Math Storytelling Day and National Brave Day, both celebrated on September 25th, Jone has invited participants to consider poems about bravery and/or math to tell a story. 

Today I combined the two. 

My poem is an honest Fib, as in Fibonacci: 6-line, 20-syllable poem (1, 1,2,3, 5, 8) about a (now) act of bravery: Voting.



need us 

to go vote

to make certain that

democracy remains intact

©2020, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.

I've already cast my ballot from abroad.  

The Pima County Recorder emailed me back that

"my 2020 General Election ballot has been received and 

is being processed for tabulation." Yay!

Image by Jackie Ramirez from Pixabay

Thursday, September 17, 2020

Wee·silience Strategies

Today I am sharing a list of strategies to boost your wee·silience.

I define wee·silience as: 

small ways to improve your ability to deal with difficult situations* quickly

*understated way to describe the current state of the world:







What wee·silience strategies are you employing to help you get through the year, month, week, day, hour, minute? Share in the comments!

Here's my wee list:

 📘 read anything that gives you pleasure (approach the news with caution) - I am currently reading:

A wee-view is coming soon!






👀 seek out and appreciate wee things in life - a few of my favorites are: babies, animals, little people, little old people, kindness... Here's a local news story that combines some of these:

🌳 seek out and appreciate nature:

View of Lake Zug during my morning jog.


💃 exercise in whatever way gives you pleasure - Jogging not your thing, but you like to dance? I recommend this REALLY FUN channel by emkfit**, a fitness instructor out of Toronto:

**huge thanks to Colleen for the hot tip on this exercise regime.

🎵 listen to music - ever wonder what we listen to in our house? Here's a link to my Spotify playlist:

Smidgey Maureen Mom playlist 

...our musical tastes are ALL OVER the place (and the timeline). 

Can you guess which song Smidgey added to the playlist? 

(Her paw dexterity is extraordinary!)






😷 wear a mask! Nobody encourages this wee·silient (globally healthy!) behavior better than my posse pal, Paul Rudd:

🖊 write a poem or anything that strikes your fancy! Grocery lists can be a practice in wee·silience when written mindfully...just saying. 

Today I wrote a In One Word poem, a form introduced by April Wayland. Here's how I did it:

1) I thought of a word: resilience, because you know, anything to get us through our current reality.

2) I looked it up in Wordmaker (There are 189 words that can be made out of resilience!)
3) I chose the ones that resonated.

4) I wrote the following poem as prose--in one paragraph.
5) Then I broke the paragraph up into a poem. Each line ends with a word I chose from the generated list.
I dedicate this poem to my daughter, Colleen, who is a LONG way away from us, yet her wee·silience is inspiring:
 one 10-second embrace since
mid-March is the eerie
truth when leadership lies
helps us silence
our cries

©2020, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.


Today's Poetry Friday host is Matt at Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme

Join the fun!


Thursday, September 3, 2020


 Earlier this summer I share with you the Wee-Source: tinywords - a free international, daily magazine of haiku and micropoetry. 

I also shared that during the month of August they were accepting submissions for their 20th anniversary issue.

Well, once again, I took the plunge and submitted three tinyword poems. This was my fifth attempt since 2013 to crack this wee non-paying market. 

And for the 5th time, I was wee-jected

Am I sad? 

Nah. It comes with the territory. You win some (get acceptances), you lose some (get rejected).

Will I try again? 

You betcha! They can't get rid of the mighty wee Bridget Magee!

A wonderful side effect of my wee-jection is that this week YOU get a poetic wee-ward*! Actually 3!


*For fun I paired my poems with some public domain images I found on Pixaby.

This week's Poetry Friday roundup can be found at Beyond LiteracyLink where Carol is serving up a plethora of poetry goodness.

Thursday, August 27, 2020

A Point-ed Post with a Who-ku Video

 Hallo dear Weaders!

First off, my thoughts go out to all my US family and feels like the natural and non-natural (orange-tinted) disasters never stop coming. I miss you all SO much...

This week I hope my post will bring you a smile. And nobody has a smile brighter and more inviting than my Posse Pal, Michelle O. My thoughts have returned again and again to her speech at the DNC last week. Wasn't that 'on point'? (With a tiny bit of needling for good measure, "It is what it is.")


Speaking of needling...

Sonic the Hedgehog.


[DISCLAIMER: I do not endorse the movie Sonic the Hedgehog. We saw it and I think it was...uh, intended for a different audience. A-hem.] 

A few months ago on a jog I came upon a painted rock:

The Sonic-Rock was... the base of a tree... the base of the uphill trail.

Day after day throughout the summer, I enjoy seeing Sonic-Rock, not because I like Sonic, but because someone else did. Someone liked Sonic so much that they painted a big, heavy rock and placed it under a tree for everyone to see who passed through this part of the forest. 

Until one day, it was gone...Who would take Sonic-Rock? (Did I mention that it is big and heavy?)

I looked everywhere. Up the trail. Down the trail. Across the trail. In every bush and bramble. 

Where did Sonic go?

Finally, we found him...

...hidden among the bramble across the road!

Joe initiated the rescue operation (at my insistence because I can't pick up Sonic-Rock up with my 1/2 healed broken arm):

Seriously, Sonic-Rock is heavy!

Joe put him back where he belongs.






But the Sonic-Rock saga doesn't end there. My fine mineral friend has ended up missing multiple times over the summer. Someone was needling me!  But every time Sonic-Rock was moved from the base of that tree, I would hunt him down (in bramble, bush, or ditch) and use my buff assistant to return him to his place of glory. 

Which leads me to another kind of needling! Needle felting! My sister Janey is a Rock-Star at needle felting. I love that she took the corona virus into her own hands (literally) and made it cute! Look at this cute corona virus guy she made. (Combining cute and corona virus in the same sentence feels weird, but also a therapeutic way to deal with our new reality.)

Corona guys face...

and backside.

And she made gnomes!

Gnomes are extremely popular here in Switzerland. A couple of years ago I wrote a blog post on the gnomes in our neighborhood.

I think Janey should sell her needle felt creations on etsy...but so far, she doesn't see the point. Hee-hee...

Finally, the pinnacle of this pointed post: The latest video in my Smidgey's Identity Crisis Poetry Series: Episode 2: Smidgey-who? Smidgey-ku! 

 Have a look to see if Smidgey figures who she really is or to see if she misses the point. 😉

I was inspired to write my riddle haiku from Laura Purdie Salas' book, Riddle-ku: Haiku for Very Close Reading from her 30 Painless Classroom Poems series

 I was lucky enough to be able to buy the whole series on Book Depository here in Switzerland! (Finding quality English books/resources here can be challenging.)

And in case you put a pin in it about whether or not to join us for the Poetry Across the World Critique Group now is the time! Not sure what I'm talking about? You can find out all the details here.

All abilities of poets are welcome. 
No entry requirements, just world building, poetry connecting kindness
Just leave a comment below expressing your interest or email me direct at:
Finally, join the Poetry Friday party around the world at my juicy little universe where the pointedly amazing poet, Heidi will be sharing her poetry insights and delights. 

Thursday, August 13, 2020

Posse Pals

Have you ever encountered somebody and thought, "Wow, they seem so cool."

Man, woman, young, old, living, dead? (Not to be confused with "Person, woman, man, camera, TV", but I digress...)

You know how some people seem to have this quality that makes you want to hang out with them?  Be their friend? They have an X factor that makes you feel good inside?

I don't mean anything romantic...I've got that base covered by my one and only, Joe.

He definitely has the X factor!








But there are other people that I think, "It'd be so great if I could meet this person and we could chat." In a perfect world, this person would be my Posse Pal.

(OK, maybe I'm alone in these thoughts...please, just humor me. There is a point to this post and a Wee-Source, I promise.)

Anyway, we all know this is not a perfect world (understatement) and the reality of me ever meeting, let alone becoming friends with any of the people on my Posse Pal list is nearly impossible, but a girl can dream...

Today I will share my Posse Pal list, saving the BEST for last:

Barack Obama                            Stephen Colbert

Melissa McCarthy                       Kamala Harris

Sarah Cooper (if you don't know who she is, just google her - you will not be sorry!)

Paul Rudd                                    Billy Collins

Jason Bateman                            Viola Davis 

Amy Krouse Rosenthal (again, google her and read her books!)

Trevor Noah                                 Gina Rodriguez

And finally, my favorite Posse Pal...*drum roll, please*...wait for it...


I hope someday I will get to hear her speak live and heaven help me, thank her for being her. *Swoon!*

This brings me to today's Wee-Source: The Michelle Obama Podcast! *Squee!*

Here is a teaser video:


And here is a link to the transcripts of the 3 episodes she has out so far. It is free on Spotify. 

Have a listen and tell me, wouldn't she be a great friend?

If you were going to make a Posse Pal list, who would you include on it? 

Share their names in the comments - maybe you'll inspire me to expand my list. I hope so, the more the better!

Today's poem is a Triolet* in honor of my pal, Michelle:

Michelle's style is warm and inviting

her words are strong and uplifting

her vitality is exciting

Michelle's style is warm and inviting

'we go high' is how we keep fighting

her podcast the anchor to our drifting

Michelle's style is warm and inviting

her words are strong and uplifting

©2020, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.

*Learn more about the poetry form Triolet here at 

Today's Poetry Friday host is Molly at Nix the Comfort Zone. Join us!


Thursday, August 6, 2020

Wee-Sources Wee-visited

Happy Friday!
The AMAZING Laura Purdie Salas is hosting Poetry Friday this week.
I invite you to partake in all the poetry goodness!
Today I am Wee-visiting some Wee-Sources to give you an update.

💟 In June I told you about a Wee-Source for FREE international, daily magazine of haiku and micropoetry called tinywords.

The editors say this about their journal:
"Our goal is to publish excellent poetry whose ambitions and effects far outstrip its small size."

They are now accepting submissions, through the end of August, for their 20th anniversary issue.

To submit haiku, haiga, or other short poetry, use the form here:

Got a tiny poem in you that you want to share with the world? Submit!

💟 In July I told you about the good peeps at Teach Write, LLC and their Teach Write Academy.

I joined (there is a fee) the August group of Time to Write: An Online Writing Workshop for Teacher-Writers and I have to say I LOVE it!
I'm trying my hand at a non-fiction STEAM article - something outside of my comfort zone. Just having dedicated writing time with a kind and supportive (appropriately socially distanced) group has given me the confidence to try something new.
I invite you to check it out!

💟 Also in June I told you about my empowering and inspiring friend, Kathleen Pickrel and her book It is What it is...Now What?!: A Guide for Getting From Where You are to WHO You Want to be 

Well, Kathleen has started the free Becoming Congruent Book Club. The first book she is featuring is The Happiness Advantage: How a Positive Brain Fuels Success in Work and Life by Shawn Achor. 
The first meeting is on Thursday 13 August at 5pm PST/8pm EST

After you sign up (it's free!) you will get a Zoom invite and some questions to ponder as you read.

Here is the Facebook link for all of you FB peeps.

For timezone reasons I will be watching the video replay, but I will be reading along!

With the state of world I know I could use some help with happiness right about now. Couldn't you? Join us!

💟 Last week I shared my broken arm with you. This week I am happy to report that I am already out of the cast - they took it off on day 6!

I went to physiotherapy today and it is feeling A LOT better! I just have to remember to NOT lift anything with my left arm for 5 more weeks...
Thank you for all the kind words and well wishes for my speedy recovery! It worked! 😘

💟 And finally, I am Wee-visiting this picture of my two girls.
The wee baby is my Maureen being held by her big sister, my Colleen...17 years ago!

How is it possible that our children age, but we don't? 😉
HUGE happy birthday to my daughter Maureen!

Today's tiny poem is about my not so tiny (because she is 17!) daughter, Maureen:
a world traveler
at just seventeen
grateful and kind
her intellect keen
©2020, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.

Wednesday, July 29, 2020


I wish I could Unfall...

Previously I've written here about my ongoing journey with German language acquisition. Well, this week German provided me with the most confusing word for when my journey hits a bump in the road...or in this case, a bush.

You see, the German word for accident is Unfall.

Which is the exact opposite of what I did. I had a fall.

Off my bike.*

On to the ground.

After hitting a bush.

And I broke my (left) arm. Just below the elbow.

This is my first broken bone in 53 years and I can honestly say, 'OMG,  it really hurts!'

For the time being I am muddling along with the tasks of life using only one arm.

Today I had my first hair wash since my Unfall...

(shower kit for my cast)

...which yielded these results:

(I'm selfie-challenged under the best of circumstances, so my apologies for the wonky angle...)

Despite my Unfall, my spirit cannot be broken!

Today's poem is explains how it all happened...

no peddle

©2020, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.

*it was NOT an e-bike.

A HUGE thank you to all of you who expressed an interest in the
Poetry Across the World Critique Group!
Not sure what I'm talking about? You can find out all the details here.

And since the group isn't getting started until September, you have the whole month of August to let me know if you want to be involved. All abilities of poets are welcome. No entry requirements, just world building, poetry connecting kindness. Just leave a comment below expressing your interest or email me direct at:

Join the Poetry Friday party at Reading to the Core where Catherine is our consummate host. I'll be over in the corner with my arm propped on some pillows...come say hi!