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The automatic writing project started out as an activity among friends and locals. I would write a line someone else would write a line and so on... Then people would overhear us and ask if they could participate and write something too (which surprised me) of course I said "yes!" At that point I realized that lots of people have something to say. I started asking strangers to add entries, then I graduated to offering people $1.00 to participate, some people do not accept the dollar and some pay me a $1.00 (paying it forward). It's becoming quite a lovely, surprising and compelling project. People from many walks of life are participating: homeless, a news reporter, academics, students, doctors, drug addicts, lawyers, tourists etc... People have written things in my journal that they'd never say out loud, not to anyone. Some of it's so sad, some intriguing, hilarious and so on... At the end of the day, every one of these people understand that their entries are being uploaded to the internet and are comforted in knowing that they will be heard. I have no idea where this is going, but it's going just fine! FYI: English is not everyone's first language here. I will be illustrating the book/journal after the text is done. I hope that everyone who reads these entries learns something about people, mostly that we never know what someone else is going through.
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Ed Passi (c) at work as a writer—publications and advertising days.
Buddy AE Neal Travert (L) had since returned to Texas.
The Creative Writing Program in the Department of English at ASU presents a reading and book signing by two of its star alumni: Renee Simms, who earned a Master of Fine Arts in 2007, and Dustin Pearson, who earned a Master of Fine Arts in 2017.
About the authors
Renee Simms received her MFA from Arizona State University, a JD from Wayne State University Law School, and a BA from University of Michigan. She is a recipient of a National Endowment for the Arts Creative Writing Fellowship, was a John Gardner Fiction Fellow at Bread Loaf Writers Conference, and received fellowships from Ragdale and Vermont Studio Center. In addition to teaching in the Rainier Writing Workshop, Renee teaches at University of Puget Sound where she is an associate professor of African American Studies and contributing faculty to English. Renee’s debut story collection Meet Behind Mars was a Foreword Indies Finalist for Short Stories and listed by The Root as one of 28 brilliant books by black authors in 2018. Renee is currently at work on a novel and a collection of linked essays.
Dustin Pearson is the author of Millennial Roost (C&R Press, 2018) and A Family Is a House (C&R Press, 2019). He is a McKnight Doctoral Fellow in Creative Writing at Florida State University. The recipient of fellowships from Cave Canem, the Bread Loaf Writers' Conference, and the Virginia G. Piper Center for Creative Writing, Pearson has served as the editor of Hayden’s Ferry Review and a Director of the Clemson Literary Festival. He won the Academy of American Poets Katharine C. Turner Prize and John Mackay Graduate Award and holds an MFA from Arizona State University. His work appears in Blackbird, Vinyl Poetry, Bennington Review, TriQuarterly, [PANK], Fjords Review, and elsewhere.
A skein of ideas, images, views:
So little time to think, so long the day
And winter coming. I knit warmer garments
Hoping for spring, of course; my hands busy
In the manual work, my eyes skipping
From the book to the needles,
From the needles to the yarn.
For there is no difference from meditating:
I immerse myself in the tangle
And avoid the knots.
(Free verse, SiRiChandra)
This is where I crank ideas.
I happen to own a laptop as well as a desktop pc, and so far, I established the habit of working on my laptop and using my desktop to surf / play games / make music / whatnot.
Btw, pardon the b/w photo, I was feeling kinda arty.
On 3 July 2018, participants of English PEN's Brave New Voices programme came together for a special celebration event. The evening marked the launch of latest anthology The Future House with readings from the book.
Brave New Voices is English PEN's ongoing creative writing outreach programme for young people from refugee and asylum-seeker backgrounds.
Photo: Suzi Corker
Better not to look at the pictures
Coming from the past. Faces long forgotten,
People long forgotten, names that don’t come to mind.
Some of them are no more with us.
Coming from the past, faces long forgotten
Look at you from the screen.
Some of them are no more with us,
And despite this, we remember their names more easily.
Look at you! From the screen
Unwrinkled, shiny eyes
(And despite this, we remember their names more easily)
Here comes the band, and you are among them.
Unwrinkled, shiny eyes
Over velvety cheeks
Here comes the band - and you are among them -
Staring at the floor, copycatting a Yes album cover.
Over velvety cheeks,
The band aims to look grown up, professional
Staring at the floor, copycatting a Yes album cover.
Look at them: they appear more childish.
The band aims to look grown up, professional.
Sporting school jumpers, cheap jeans,
- Look at them - they appear more childish
And still we don’t remember their names.
Sporting school jumpers, cheap jeans,
They are our brothers, our lovers,
And still we don’t remember their names:
Better not to look at the pictures.
(Pantoum by SiRiChandra)
An old picture of the Ilios, late '70.
Someone is no more with us.
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showing exhibits from the Express Yourself competition hosted by Yale College, Wrexham during February 2012.
left hand picture - "Granny shares her library book" by Craig Pearce - Glamorgan Gates, Merthyr Tydfil (1st place - Visual Art - Voluntary/Community Organisations)
middle picture - "Through Dylan Thomas' Eyes" by Thomas Richards Centre, Blaenau Gwent (1st place - Visual Art - Secondary School)
right hand picture - "Daniel Owen a'l waith" by Cymdeithas Brodwaith Cymru (Ammanford) (2nd place - Visual Art - Voluntary/Community Organisations)
Since they needed the light, they chased whales.
They went whale hunting when the world was new
Fighting against the sun, riding the gales,
Leaving the docks with poorly woven sails.
So many were the seaways they went through:
Since they needed the light, they chased whales.
They ran after the giant fishes’ tails
And many men were lost among the crew
Fighting against the sun, riding the gales.
They wrote the stories and we red the tales
Of sailors maimed and drowned in the slough:
Since they needed the light, they chased whales.
In ancient times a leviathan so pale
Became a legend, and his name we knew.
Since they needed the light, they chased whales
Fighting against the sun, riding the gales.
(Villanelle by SiRiChandra)
My everyday necklace with a whale tail.
The other one is a turquoise stone.
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Award-winning short story writer Scott Nadelson will read from his newest collection “Aftermath” on Friday, November 18, at The Valley Library’s main rotunda on the Oregon State University campus.
‘What does it mean?’ ‘All.’ Rocks
Talking, sky washed anew, sand
Crushed forever, sun.
(Haiku by SiRiChandra)
Jane Hamilton, visiting professor in the English department, taught a J-Term class on creative writing during the 2012-20-13 school year. January 24th, 2013. Photo by Aaron Lurth
CONTINUED....
Henry can hear footsteps in the distance.
Soles clipping the pavement with each step. Henry waits, the rythm on the steps cannot keep up with the speed of his racing heart.
"A customer! I have a customer..." he whispers under his breath as he sees him approach "...my very first customer. One customer to use my tables. And they said, I was wasting my time...I have a customer!"
Like a deer in headlights, he is frozen, watching his man...closer and closer.
The footsteps get louder and louder as the customer approaches. Henry's hands begin to tremble, the excitement is almost to much.
The tables are perfect, Henry knows that but this is a customer...How about that!
Within a few feet, Henry welcomes his guest "Hello Sir...Wel..." but stops short.
The footsteps are now getting quieter before fading...as his "guest" walks past. Henry goes back to dressing his tables lunchtime has nearly past.
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On Friday, the College of Liberals Arts welcomed the class of 2016 to Temple University at the Freshman Convocation assembly. More than 600 incoming freshmen gathered to hear words of encouragement, advice and wisdom from Dean Teresa Scott Soufas, Vice Dean for Academic Affairs Jayne Drake, and fellow CLA students.
Two outstanding CLA students addressed the freshmen. D’Juan Lyons, a senior majoring in Spanish Linguistics, emphasized the importance of taking advantage of resources and opportunities here at Temple University. He challenged fellow classmates to avoid shortcuts and to go forth on their new journey “wholeheartedly and with full force.” Speaking from experience, political science major Grace Osa-Edoh shared three powerful lessons with CLA freshmen. Grace encouraged her classmates to “take it one step at a time, be ready to adapt to move forward, and ask for help along the way.”
The College of Liberal Arts wishes all of its students continued success. As Vice Dean Jayne Drake said, “enjoy and embrace your time here at Temple University."
Jane Hamilton, visiting professor in the English department, taught a J-Term class on creative writing during the 2012-20-13 school year. January 24th, 2013. Photo by Aaron Lurth
The automatic writing project started out as an activity among friends and locals. I would write a line someone else would write a line and so on... Then people would overhear us and ask if they could participate and write something too (which surprised me) of course I said "yes!" At that point I realized that lots of people have something to say. I started asking strangers to add entries, then I graduated to offering people $1.00 to participate, some people do not accept the dollar and some pay me a $1.00 (paying it forward). It's becoming quite a lovely, surprising and compelling project. People from many walks of life are participating: homeless, a news reporter, academics, students, doctors, drug addicts, lawyers, tourists etc... People have written things in my journal that they'd never say out loud, not to anyone. Some of it's so sad, some intriguing, hilarious and so on... At the end of the day, every one of these people understand that their entries are being uploaded to the internet and are comforted in knowing that they will be heard. I have no idea where this is going, but it's going just fine! FYI: English is not everyone's first language here. I will be illustrating the book/journal after the text is done. I hope that everyone who reads these entries learns something about people, mostly that we never know what someone else is going through.
Feel free to stop by my facebook page:
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SAA-uk joined Leeds Library in October 2014 for a day of culture to celebrate Black History Month. Presenting Bharatanatyam and Kathak dance, Indian classical music and poetry in Urdu and English.
Photos by Amardev Gahir
Dorothy Chan
The Creative Writing Program in the Department of English at ASU presented a reading and book signing by two of its stellar alumni: Dorothy Chan (MFA 2015) and Dana Diehl (MFA 2015).
About the Authors
Dorothy Chan is the author of Revenge of the Asian Woman (Diode Editions, Forthcoming March 2019), Attack of the Fifty-Foot Centerfold (Spork Press, 2018), and the chapbook Chinatown Sonnets (New Delta Review, 2017). She was a 2014 finalist for the Ruth Lilly and Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Poetry Fellowship, and her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Academy of American Poets, The Cincinnati Review, The Common, Diode Poetry Journal, Quarterly West, and elsewhere. Chan is the Editor of The Southeast Review. Visit her website at dorothypoetry.com
Dana Diehl is the author of Our Dreams Might Align (Splice UK, 2018) and TV Girls (New Delta Review, 2018). Her collaborative short story collection, The Classroom, is forthcoming from Gold Wake Press in early 2019. She earned her MFA in Fiction at Arizona State University and her BA in Creative Writing at the Susquehanna University Writers Institute. She has been an artist in residence at the Sundress Academy for the Arts, Signal Fire, and the Rutgers Camden Summer Writers' Conference. She lives and works in Tucson.
Tuesday, Nov. 13, 2018
ASU Tempe campus
This event was open to the public and free.
This event was presented with the support of the Virginia G. Piper Center for Creative Writing.
Creative Writing Professor Michael Knight reading at the July Friends of Literacy "Burgers for Books" Event
Where can I taste and smell
The winter cold oozing
Rolling off my tongue like
Licorice candy melting
On my lips like nonpareils
Dripping on my shirt like
That mug with a crack
Leaking hot chocolate
Hot like a fire of dried colored
Leaves at the height of the
Fall I fall you fall
But we do not fall together
Like crackling sizzling splintering
Bubbling steaming logs in a red
Glazed hearth all surrounded by
Wet leaves and cold branches and
Slippery trees and the
Rust-stained swing set that
Slides through the air as it
Swings in the wind and
Creaks and creaks and creaking
It throws off a shadow
I see in the light of
The flames that are shadows too
Shadows of a force that
Murmurs below it and blows
Off steam in red and orange and
Yellow like leaves as they
Leave the trees weightlessly
Tumbling and falling
Mere silhouettes showing us
Too the howling wind all
Around us and everywhere
Hiding in the shadow
Of sound a mere shadow too
Like us two shadows
Tumbling and wrestling
And falling but not
Falling together just
Forming two neat little piles
Of red leaves raked
Clean and apart and left there
To mold on the ground in the
Yard where the fall fires burn
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We got a sneak peek at Wayde Compton's new book this morning! The Outer Harbour Stories comes out in October.
For those who don't know Wayde, in addition to being an accomplished author, he's the director of our creative writing programs, including The Writer's Studio and The Southbank Writer's Program.
Congratulations, Wayde!
This is something I wrote a long time ago. It is based on an idea that I had back in High School in the mid/late 1980s. It was initially only one short paragraph about the sand. I gave it to my British English teacher and after mulling it over for a minute she said, "the repetition works, you should develop this into something more." Somewhere around a week later, the piece of paper I wrote it on went missing. The possibilities were: I just lost it somewhere, someone liked it and stole it, or my father found it and burned it in the woodstove, dismissing it as stupidity. In any case I always kept the idea in my head.
At the time I wrote this I was at work, I finished for the day and punched out and returned to my desk. There was no one else there, i.e., I was alone, perfect conditions to go to my "dark place" and write. I purposely didn't put any paragraph breaks so it would be easy to lose your place to help you identify with the character. This took about six hours. You need to read the whole thing to get the twist at the end. For those of you who do manage to read the whole thing, thank-you and congratulations for having a superior attention span. lol