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Equivalence

September 22, 2021September 25, 2021Categories creative writing1 Comment on Equivalence

I had forgotten about the way I kept “teaching shoes” in my car after this year-and-a-half in virtual classrooms. It’s so good to be with students, in living presence, and there’s no equivalent for it. Now that the school semester is fully underway, most of my thought and energy is in the lectures, discussions, assignments.…

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Each singing

September 15, 2021September 15, 2021Categories creative writingLeave a Comment on Each singing

What do butterflies say? If a child asked me that, I’d say “listen.” This past Sunday, my neighbor and I walked up the newly built section of trail that leads from Nyack Beach State Park to the Long Path, which climbs to the peak of Hook Mountain. We met a woman named Felicia, who teaches…

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The art of falling

September 6, 2021September 7, 2021Categories creative writingLeave a Comment on The art of falling

A tree laid its crown on the ground, mindful of the saplings nearby, mindful to lay it across the meadow somehow, away from the sculptures. Now an attentive ear much taller than a poet stays cocked at the side of the footpath: an enormous ellipse of tangled root, rock, and earth. On a bright morning…

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What sort of sky

August 18, 2021August 18, 2021Categories creative writingLeave a Comment on What sort of sky

The clouds glance down and move off in great billows this afternoon, and I’m reviewing notes for the creative writing course I’ll be teaching again. It’s a busyness that I like, even though it’s really summer’s end when I do this. I had so many ideas at the beginning of summer, but now it’s all…

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Real poetry

August 4, 2021August 14, 2021Categories creative writingLeave a Comment on Real poetry

Given a few lines, a poem can sprout wing-like leaves, sip rain, bud and blossom with color. Tomorrow’s Instapoetry event in downtown Nyack means we’ll all probably write a poem or two, or more. Given some pause, a poem can accelerate beyond speed limits. Given a few conspirators, a poem can admire your very act…

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First-thing

September 26, 2013September 27, 2013Categories UncategorizedLeave a Comment on First-thing

They start their schooldays sitting on the cafeteria floor, singing with their friends and music teacher. "This Little Light of Mine" ---all the verses to these traditional songs up on the projector screen. Poetry workshop is as sweet and rigorous---join me for the upcoming 6-week class at RoCA. Click on the flyer below for details,…

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Space

May 15, 2013February 27, 2014Categories Children's artLeave a Comment on Space

Tissue and construction paper collaboration with my four-year-old daughter reveals that I sometimes need to do unrevisable artwork. Poetry involves a lot of revision and even rewriting, and that's been most of it for the past few weeks. But I also began teaching my first poetry workshop this week, revealing what I already knew about inspiration…

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A. Anupama is an Indian-American poet, watercolorist, essayist and critic. MFA graduate from Vermont College of Fine Arts. Her new poetry chapbook Saffron Threaded is available from Dancing Girl Press.

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