Free Write

This semester I teach two sections of Creative Writing (yes, I’m that blessed). Daily I am showered with the brilliance of words strung together by teens free enough to do so as they will. We blindly race with pen in hand scribbling for 7 minutes at the start of each class to daily prompts that take us high and low, into darkness and light, without any time to back out. It is great fun. Here’s a slice from years ago, but you’ll get the feel of the same frilly fabulous fun.

Nine Cent Girl

 There are some days when you just have to let your mind wander, play with sound and imagery through words, and just have fun writing. Every Monday I start each class with a 7 minute free write. These always amount to something. Something humorous or something profound, it matters not. Sometimes we are compelled to share and other times we tuck the scribblings into a private place. Regardless, we become a community of writers during those 7 minutes. Only the sound of pen hitting paper. Heads down and hands moving. Those 7 minutes fill the classroom with a thick pulsing creativity that you can feel as vividly as sunlight.
Last week, across the state, schools just about everywhere participated in Vermont Writes Day. Students and adults alike chose from several prompts and just wrote. You can be sure something profound happened in classrooms all over.

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Love will knit you up

When you think about loving and living similar words seem to circle back. Reposting makes some sense tonight. Happy Valentines day to all my loves, xxoo

Nine Cent Girl

Red in the white

With the strain and slant of black

These winter days push us to our limits and demand blood

The life the surge of all that we have of all we want of all period

Red splashes across this midsection of our February

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Dance on this December Night

Two years later and still dancing in the cold. Grateful for my gals who are by my side to face what comes our way. Together we are stronger, bolder, and will indeed survive. Here’s to the science and the truth, and to the happiest of holidays to all of you, my loves. xxoo

Nine Cent Girl

Leave the dishes.

Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator

and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor.

Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster.

dancing with Bowie

Throw the cracked bowl out and don’t patch the cup.

Don’t patch anything. Don’t mend. Buy safety pins.

Don’t even sew on a button.

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