Beth Kephart

So very grateful to The Porch for choosing my collection of prose poem monologues as the winner of the 2025 Creative Nonfiction Prize and for publishing the 7000 words in their beautiful print magazine, Swing.

And now it is my turn in the conversation, and I say— (an almost Valentine's Day love note)

What is the only story in our lives is the story in our heads? Musings on this, in today's Substack post: thehushandthehowl.substack.com/p/and-now-it...

Make a Scene what are your afterwords?

What scenes will define us, hold us, remember for us? A post today, musing on those questions. #writingworkshop #memoir #scenebuilding #scenes thehushandthehowl.substack.com/p/scenes-are...

On Deciding a list, a prayer, a self-reckoning

But how do we decide? Or turn a list into a prose poem? Thoughts today, in advance of a #writersworkshop: thehushandthehowl.substack.com/p/on-deciding

Always so generous, Roz. Thank you.

The Literary List and the Art of Transcendence By Beth Kephart Decades ago, in my first writing workshop, a writer among us in that old stone building on that hilltop in Spoleto responded to nearly every prompt with a list. Lists about love. Li…

The wonderful magical literary list. And the #poets and #writers who turn them into meaningful stories.. brevity.wordpress.com/2026/01/28/t...

You Could Be an Artist a rare exchange in a sandwich shop about the priorities that guide us

But what makes an artist? How do we recognize the artist in each other? #artist #sandwichshops #youngpeoplewisdom thehushandthehowl.substack.com/p/you-could-...

You Could Be an Artist a rare exchange in a sandwich shop about the priorities that guide us

Artists recognise each other. We know the signs of a person who is devoted to the creative life. Love this piece by @bethkephart.bsky.social thehushandthehowl.substack.com/p/you-could-... #writinglife #authorlife #creativity

Our June memoir workshop series, illustrated by my husband, William Sulit, is now live at Juncture Workshops. junctureworkshops.com/shop-6/#shop

Coming this June from Juncture Workshops (with the site going live this weekend): three workshops plus one sharing session designed to elevate our understanding of this world and the possibilities of language. Art by my husband, William Sulit. #writingworkshops #memoirworkshops #artandlife

Small groups of people really can change the world. Call it the power of small numbers: the unreasonable, improbable, wonderful ability of small groups of outsiders to challenge huge powers precisely because they have strengths that those powers see as weakness.

— Elyse Graham, Book and Dagger

But what do we see in our mind's eye? and what if you were to speak through threads and color?

What do you see in your mind's eye when you look back or when you prepare to tell/write a story? I see mood and atmosphere, which become, for me now, paper and color. thehushandthehowl.substack.com/p/but-what-d...

Also, your graphics are gorgeous.

This is wonderfully exciting. Congratulations!

xo

The Day was Rain; the Mood was Mourning legacy must be lasting

On sorrow and in memory. #ReneeNicoleGood thehushandthehowl.substack.com/p/the-day-wa...

Thank you, Nancy. I share your grief. I do.

Grief as Honor, Not as Penance love in the aftermath

The long aftermath of love. A story of grief and honoring. thehushandthehowl.substack.com/p/ongoing-a-...

Thank you for this, Roz, and for your own magnificent comment that anchors the entire piece.

She Walked, and So She Knew Virginia Woolf on the town, at night; leave where you are, and return (a prompt)

On walking your local streets to go far away in your mind, like Virginia Woolf. @bethkephart.bsky.social thehushandthehowl.substack.com/p/she-walked... #writinglife #writingcommunity #authorlife

Varying Degrees of Whole a conversation with my son

What do we forget when we write to remember? A conversation with my son. thehushandthehowl.substack.com/p/varying-de...

Keep the Memory Whole on remembering the songs of the season

Remembering a certain song on Christmas Eve — thehushandthehowl.substack.com/p/keep-the-m...

#ChristmasEve #oboe #holidaymemories #piano

Living our Next Acts the hold of art and memory, and notes of gratitude

Our lives in next acts, my appreciation for those who embrace them, on today's Substack: thehushandthehowl.substack.com/p/living-our...

Thank you so much, Roz —

This Is What the Writer Craves Patti Smith and the search for phantom wounds

The sacred union of a reader's mind with a writer's. @bethkephart.bsky.social on Patti Smith thehushandthehowl.substack.com/p/this-is-wh... #writingcommunity #writinglife #publishing #creativewriting

This Is What the Writer Craves Patti Smith and the search for phantom wounds

Thoughts on @pattismithh.bsky.social and her new wondrous memoir, Bread of Angels. As well as a memory about a certain red coat that drew me toward her one evening following a performance. thehushandthehowl.substack.com/p/this-is-wh...

I am a very fervent member of your fan club. Thanks for all the laughter—even when, well, there is hardly anything to laugh at.

This weekend, our final craft show of the year, at the Wayne Art Center, in Wayne, PA. Bill's clay, my paper things, and so much more. wayneart.org/events/1983/...

And it is all thanks to you, Jessie. Thank you.