Welcome to the BFA Workshop in Poetry at ACA, 2015 This guided workshop will be both generative and critique-based; we’ll be looking at past work, learning methods of revision, and writing new poems from prompts and exercises. Poets should bring seventeen copies (each) of three poems they would like the group to read and critique. A blog will be set up to help us to prepare in advance, to aid us in communicating between our meetings, and to foster our community after we leave the retreat.
Friday, January 9, 2015
From the notebooks
From the notebooks
" I Am Open To All Annunciations"
Sleep writes itself on the backs of my eyelids Outside, the ocean catches the moon.
"A falling star is God's eye, drawing closer to earth so as to see better." AK
All night the wind pounds the palmettos, surf boils the moonlight
taking her deep below the surface.
In the morning, the moon slightly torn,
sails casually south over buildings as though protecting herself
from the north winds. Sands stings my face, my legs. Who knew there were
so many shades of gray?
Sea foam peels itself from the dark sand, floating...
My stomach turns with the force of the storm, jolted by the unease of your silence.
"All is ok, Ma." You text. I feel your distance as you move into your own dark journey, where
I cannot go.
"Love never loses its way home." Tattooed on my ankle before you left for Africa.
The wind continues to rip the sand from the beach. It is 0 degrees in Boston. Terror strikes Paris.
Center, center. I am here.
"Where do your fears nest? Do your hungers enter your throat? Does the spoon of hunger moan, your funny hares, your timid fawns, your quiet doves, where do they sleep? The planet dropped from your hands. All your paths in a single pocket." Anna Kemienska
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