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A Poem for You: Hurricane by Yona Harvey

admin2022-04-28T10:19:29-04:00

Hurricane Yona Harvey Four tickets left, I let her go— Firstborn into a hurricane. I thought she escaped The floodwaters. No—but her Head is empty of the drowned For now—though she took Her first breath below sea level. Ahhh awe & aw Mama, let me go—she speaks What every smart child knows— To get grown you unlatch Your hands from the grown & up & up & up & up She turns—latched in the seat Of a hurricane. You let Your girl what? You let Your girl what? I did so she [...]

A Poem for You: Hurricane by Yona Harveyadmin2022-04-28T10:19:29-04:00

A Poem for You: On Children by Kahlil Gibran

admin2022-04-28T10:15:46-04:00

On Children Kahlil Gibran And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children. And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house [...]

A Poem for You: On Children by Kahlil Gibranadmin2022-04-28T10:15:46-04:00

Writing at Its Best: The Magic of Dialogue by Andrea La Bella

admin2022-06-01T11:12:59-04:00

Writing at Its Best: The Magic of Dialogue by Andrea La Bella In this, the latest post in our series of reflections on the nature of “good writing,” Andrea La Bella reflects on the magic of dialogue in film. Andrea is the Assistant to the Director at the Center for Statistics and Machine Learning. I grew up in a movie loving household. My father and mother would pile into the car with the five of us kids and head for the drive-in theater: one low admission price per car. My brothers loved the action scenes. But I loved the dialogue. When [...]

Writing at Its Best: The Magic of Dialogue by Andrea La Bellaadmin2022-06-01T11:12:59-04:00

A Poem for You: The Country in Which I Was Born BY ATAR HADARI

admin2022-04-28T10:09:01-04:00

The Country in Which I Was Born BY ATAR HADARI The country in which I was born cannot be seen anymore you can smell it sometimes turning a corner, crossing a sewer or underneath the trees that take the power-line between their flowers; sometimes crossing drainage ditches between streets you can hear it sing and the abutments of city blocks rub together like chafed skin on a cobbler’s wheel trying to make chamois out of cow tongue; and the children running in between the cars where I was born do not know there was ever any earth between these two rivers of [...]

A Poem for You: The Country in Which I Was Born BY ATAR HADARIadmin2022-04-28T10:09:01-04:00

A Poem for You: What I Believe by Kimberly Blaeser

admin2022-04-28T10:01:52-04:00

What I Believe BY KIMBERLY BLAESER after Michael Blumenthal I believe the weave of cotton will support my father's knees, but no indulgences will change hands. I believe nothing folds easily, but that time will crease— retrain the mind. I believe in the arrowheads of words and I believe in silence. I believe the rattle of birch leaves can shake sorrow from my bones, but that we all become bare at our own pace. I believe the songs of childhood follow us into the kettles of age, but the echoes will not disturb the land. I believe the reach of the [...]

A Poem for You: What I Believe by Kimberly Blaeseradmin2022-04-28T10:01:52-04:00

Writing at Its Best: Short and Sometimes Sweet by Courtney Coffman

admin2022-05-10T16:15:41-04:00

Short and Sometimes Sweet by Courtney Coffman In this, the latest post in our series of reflections on the nature of "good writing," Courtney Coffman captures the poetry and fun that can be found in distilling a movie to its essence. Courtney is the Manager of Lectures and Publications at the School of Architecture. A few years ago, I began taking screen-shots of various Netflix program descriptions. My collecting began while re-watching spontaneous episodes of The Office. I first noticed the series description as a witty summary: “The boss is an idiot, the workers are clueless, elaborate pranks and feuds abound. [...]

Writing at Its Best: Short and Sometimes Sweet by Courtney Coffmanadmin2022-05-10T16:15:41-04:00

A Poem for You: my mother’s hands BY NATE MARSHALL

admin2022-04-28T10:03:15-04:00

my mother’s hands BY NATE MARSHALL would moisturize my face from jaw inward the days she had too much on her hands when what needed to come through did or didn't show. she still shone, still made smooth her every rough edge, heel to brow. hugged my temples with slick hands, as if to say son be mine as if to say this i give you as if to say we are people color of good oak but we will not burn, we survive every fire without becoming ash.

A Poem for You: my mother’s hands BY NATE MARSHALLadmin2022-04-28T10:03:15-04:00

A Poem for You: New Bathing Suit by Terry Kirby Erickson

admin2022-04-28T09:57:30-04:00

New Bathing Suit BY TERRI KIRBY ERICKSON My friend is wearing her new black bathing suit. It came with the proper cups, made to fill with one breast and the memory of another—which is not to say emptiness— but the fullness that comes to us, with sacrifice. There is no one more alive than she is now, floating like a lotus or swimming, lap after lap, parting the turquoise, chlorine-scented water, her arms as sturdy as wooden paddles. And when she pulls herself from the pool, her new suit dripping—the pulse is so strong in her wrists and throat, a little bird outside [...]

A Poem for You: New Bathing Suit by Terry Kirby Ericksonadmin2022-04-28T09:57:30-04:00

A Poem for You: Rider by Naomi Shihab Nye

admin2022-01-26T16:42:07-05:00

Rider by Naomi Shihab Nye A boy told me if he roller-skated fast enough his loneliness couldn’t catch up to him, the best reason I ever heard for trying to be a champion. What I wonder tonight pedaling hard down King William Street is if it translates to bicycles. A victory! To leave your loneliness panting behind you on some street corner while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas, pink petals that have never felt loneliness, no matter how slowly they fell.

A Poem for You: Rider by Naomi Shihab Nyeadmin2022-01-26T16:42:07-05:00

A Poem for You: Traveling through the Dark By William Stafford

admin2022-01-26T16:38:36-05:00

Traveling through the Dark By William Stafford Traveling through the dark I found a deer dead on the edge of the Wilson River road. It is usually best to roll them into the canyon: that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead. By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing; she had stiffened already, almost cold. I dragged her off; she was large in the belly. My fingers touching her side brought me the reason— her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting, alive, still, [...]

A Poem for You: Traveling through the Dark By William Staffordadmin2022-01-26T16:38:36-05:00

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