Georganne Harmon

All that leaves you wordless should be inhabited someday, somehow, with your words.

Weekly Writing Prompt

*Do you remember a telephone call that marked an impactful change of some sort? A birth, a loss, a reconciliation, a rift, a break-up, a clarification, a change in perspective, or some other interchange: Write it as overheard one-way conversation, or a poem of grief or celebration, or an essay. Where is the core of the real or invented experience?

A Bit About Who I Am

I grew up in Nashville, Tennessee, graduated from Vanderbilt University in English and French, and earned a Master’s Degree with an emphasis in creative writing at Austin Peay State University. I lived in France, Central Florida, and Italy before at last returning to Nashville to settle. My true vocation and deep pleasure is writing poems, stories, and essays. I love fiddling with words in all sorts of ways, exploring the multitude of variations in the way they work to inform and move, as well as how they work their magic in other languages. 

A pile of rainbow colored pencils

Announcements:

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I’ve worked with Lisa. That is, she’s worked with my writing and my queries, and given astute advice on publication.  Of nature clear and direct, she’s an energetic and knowledgeable facilitator for those living the writing life. Above all, she wants us to succeed and shows us the way. 

What I’m Doing Now

Reading Kay Ryan’s essays. Writing. Walking in the woods and on my street, where dogs visit and introduce me to their people, who, in this pandemic, have come out of their houses and into the light. Enjoying the company of dear friends, family. Opening the day to quiet thinking.

Reading, Writing. Submitting, now and then, to journals.

My Support

My family members listen fondly when I read new pieces, offer frank opinions, and celebrate loudly any successes that come my way. My friends listen patiently to me spinning ideas as I bounce them around for reactions. My writing buddies give me new ways to look at my work with their honest and astute criticism. And my students, as has always been the case, teach me constantly and inspire me with their insights, creativity, and talent.

An active space for sharing work and ideas: come with me

If you haven’t noticed, spring is happening, colors popping, new hope in the ill times we’ve suffered, new energy, old and new connections with people we like having in our lives. Hugs, and soon, even kisses!