Writing Gold: Your FREE Guide to Crafting Successful Poems
As a thank-you, I made you a free masterclass ❤️
The question I get the most from writers is where do I begin?
So, I decided to develop a workshop that helps you spin ordinary language into gold. In this free masterclass, I share my specific personal strategies for developing poems and offer evocative examples and guided exercises for each step. These are the exact techniques and tools I used to complete the poems in my book, Instructions for Traveling West. Each video is under 10 minutes so you can watch all at once or complete over the course of several days.
As a thank-you for being a subscriber to Necessary Salt, I decided to make this masterclass available to you for free. I’m slowly moving away from platforms like Instagram and am deeply grateful for your continued readership and friendship here on Substack.
This 4-part workshop walks you through how to write a glowing, gold poem through:
Deep observation: How do we look at our world with wonder?
Vulnerability: How can we put skin in the game?
Surprise: How can we move beyond description and into astonishment?
Transformation: Where can we take our reader somewhere new?
Thanks for being here. I’d love to hear from you in the comments. ❤️
Part I:
Part II:
Part III:
Part IV:
In the comments, I’d love to hear your thoughts! What, if anything, did this unlock for you? Please share any writing you did also—even if it’s just a response to an exercise or the full completed poem. And if it’s helpful to you, please do feel free to share with anyone who might find this resource supportive.
Thanks for being here. xxx
Thank you for this wonderful and generous offering, Joy.
I've only just played around with the first lesson and from it came this:
My son walked in and froze.
There's literally a cricket on your bed.
Did you know, I said,
crickets bring luck.
I went to get a jar.
I liked luck sitting on my bed
But maybe it preferred outside-
the place my daughter says
smells like home.
This was so fun, thank you! Here’s my lil ditty.
Angels peel oranges
on the new quartz.
Espresso brews,
the open fridge ding ding dings
toast burns
a hundred fresh crumbs gather on
the half-gone tile.
While I sweat and spin,
those angels giggle and blaze-
Hallelujahing their perpetual song…
Mom, mom, mom!