Sign up for Writing Spaces: A memoir-writing workshop

I'll be teaching a community writing workshop at Nido Durham on Saturday afternoons, March 11th to April 15th.  Enrollment is limited to 8 participants.  Join us if you'd like to jumpstart your writing practice!  Enroll at bit.ly/jpcspaces

DESCRIPTION

In this community writing workshop, we'll do short readings and exercises in class designed to loosen us up, access our creativity and writing voices, and jumpstart a writing practice. Toward the end of the class, each participant will share a short personal essay that has emerged from our in-class exercises. Our theme will be"writing spaces," allowing us to examine the intersections among life stories, memory, the body, and place (home, rooms, towns, spaces dreamed or imagined). We will read excerpts by some of the following writers, and produce our own writing inspired by them: Abigail Thomas, James Agee, Sandra Cisneros, JoAnn Beard, David Sedaris, Jamaica Kincaid, Lynda Barry, Paul Auster, Luci Tapahonso. 

The class will meet on Saturdays March 11-April 15, 3-5pm. Early bird tickets (purchased by March 1st) are $200 + Eventbrite fee. Regular tickets (after March 1st) are $250 + fee.  

 

Opening Day for NaPoWriMo

As I've done for the past several years, I'm participating in NaPoWriMo in April.  Thirty poems (or drafts of poems) in thirty days!  I find it helps get me writing and that I get at least some good drafts out of it.  It's scary and fun and a challenge. 

Over at the NaPoWriMo site, Maureen Thorson posts optional prompts and featured participants.  If you'd like to play along, you can still register your blog on her website (or just write!).  Either way, you're welcome to follow her prompts or not.  I'll take my drafts down at the end of the month and choose some to revise.  (Also, my definition of "poem" will be loose.  Some will have lines.  Some will be prose poems.  I also tend to do some very short poems, some found poems, some prose "dispatches" from daily life.)

Here's a prose poem I still like that wrote for NaPoWriMo 2012:

Opening Day

OK.  First of all, it's warmer out than I thought, and so I'm overdressed.  Second of all, even with sunglasses on, I'm squinting.  Thirdly, when a bird goes, poo-tee-weet, I direct my next thought toward it, thusly:  "Petulance.  We like the sound of the word petulance, don't we, birdie?"  Then I pass three separate teenagers, still young, still forming, looking elastic in spirit like fourteen year-olds mostly do.  I wish them the best.  I  begin to worry.  They look so full of potential.  As the third one passes, I sigh loudly in his direction, and he politely looks away, ensconced in his own hat like that.  When I get on the subway, all the adults look vacant and spiritually sparse.  At least there's one kid.  At least he's scowling with his hands jammed into the pockets of his jacket and thinking what look like serious thoughts.  At least he's swinging his little feet.  His socks are black and white striped.  His Adidas are the same ones my 25 year-old brother has.  Welcome to opening day, little boy.  Play ball, I guess.