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West Coast: Writers Wanted

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I was asked in writers’ workshop today, led by Harryiet Mullen, to fill out a writer’s inventory. One of the questions was

How do you participate and contribute to your community as a writer?

Did you know, it’s ginormous! The writing communities available if you’re living on the west coast. And they are all going on now or soon(it). A comprehensive list here.

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Looking for Stimuli? No Writer’s Block Here!

abstractIt’s week four for our graduating capstone. 

July 13 – 19: Sit a Moment and Write!

From July 13 through 19, this post includes writing stimuli and optional writing prompts.  It’s designed for writers to complete within minutes.  There are photographs and video.  Choose a stimulus and play the video, or engage a photo for one minute (click on photo to enlarge).  The intent is to engage your creative mind.

Each stimulus is followed by four incomplete sentence beginnings and endings.  You writing does not have to pertain to your chosen stimulus but some prompts do include a possible connection. Write for at least one minute but no more than five.  Either free write to your liking, or embrace constraint by using the beginning and ending prompts.   In constraint, combine any beginning with any ending.  These can be a single sentence or multiple paragraphs.  Feel free to massage and combine prompts  to the liking of your radical self!

My neighbors are speaking in Korean, and Cantonese, and Hindi, and English and motorcycle, and honking cabs, as Lexington Avenue sidewalks sigh under the pining humidity. And then there was the salt shaker.

From Stimuli 1…great tool to stretch your creative writing skills.

Want to write that 3-part Novel/Movie deal dream?

sentencesIt starts here. It’s Week #3 of our graduating capstone project. Quick writing experiments that helped me pay closer attention to crafting my sentences with intentions.

Plenum. Enter here. Disappear. 

 

 

 

Plenum Week Two! Fairy Tales

 

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It’s the visceral connection. The impending death. Fairy tales of past are not worlds we could imagine leaving our kids in. Yet, we remember these stories.

In creating these narratives that “[are] not true, nor could ever possibly be true,” we define and re-define ourselves. We are human and humane, connected and creative.

Come and unleash your goblins and elves here at Plenum Pleasant Horrors of Fairytales Inside the Belly of the Wolf, my week of our MFA’s graduating capstone project.

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Assignment: More Advice for the Student Writers

In preparation for my third residency, we were assigned with a welcoming task/event/gesture for the incoming MFA-ers.

1. Quote of advice: “I enjoy posting feedback because that was important to me when I started–before I knew faces, and families, and quirky quirks. We cared. We heard you. We encouraged and laughed. After we met, we laughed deeper and true.”

2. A visual piece: my abstract of a journey and family/ familiarity/inclusion. Toes reveal a lot about a person–where they’ve been or where they’re going, personal priorities, definitely personality, and definitely a heightened perspective of one’s future writing goals. (I am the fourth generation to inherit a hooked left ring toe…is there a ring toe? You know, like if someone were to get it totally wrong and place an engagement ring on your toe, yeah, it’d be that one.) I think my point was toes:  journey, starts with the first step, individually not much, but together you could evoke a deep humpphh from Michael Ballent when you landed the perfect kickball in his stomach during the second grade.IMG_0512

 

 

Soma(tics) While Living Among Others: If a woman eats an entire shark, what does she become?

Birds' Nests

Birds’ Nests

Sharks’ Fins

Dried Abalone

 

 

 

 

 

 First 20-minute decoction
My stomach curls around my back pulling you taut
stringent you—my umbilical cord—
dusted with ginseng
my ocean tongue salivates
peddle faster to the tornado of blue birds
 
Second 20-minute decoction
There’s a knocking at the back of my head
bleached bones reaching out, scooping me silver
Exhale—pass over me
We’re beautiful hush now
 
Third 20-minute decoction
My nostrils inhale you frayed
you—turgid and propped against the wall
Together we count your ribs: yellow, two, three, epsilon
I made you wave hi with your bleeding cheeks
 
Final decoction:
A catheter instead of a cock
dried sea glass blue and non-orgasmic:
a soup of ashes and cucumber floods my bed sheets
a million threads short trimmed, swimming free

 Soma(tic) inspired poem. See CA Conrad’s blog.

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Confessions of a Failed Thief

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