Showing posts with label creative writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creative writing. Show all posts

Saturday, April 19, 2014

EPIC DEREK RUN

Here are the posts all put together from my facebook status, so you can all read the flash fiction hashtag short story in all its glory in one seamless sitting -

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EPIC DEREK RUN

HOUR 1


HOUR 2

HOUR 3

HOUR 4


HOUR 5
#HellaChekwah
#Lancesleepatyourparentswithallen
#Tightthroat
#Cruising19thavenueatmidnight
#Kdcalledit
#Tarttotart
#Muffinwithpuddinginthemiddle
#Backinhighschool
#Machosayswhereiskarenyu
#Rachelcallback
#Kissfm
#Lastnightadjsavedmylife
#SittingoutsideonIrving
#Homelessguytriestosellusweed
#Vanillacreammuffin
#Millivanilli
#Thebestday(derekrun)ofourlives
#Thismaynotevenmakeithome
#Whydoeseveryonetrytosellkeithshit
#Parkinglottritipat3am
#Paranoidkeith-he boughttheorganicUSDAapprovedgrassfed
#Outlastedrachelagain
#Itsonly1amrachel-can'tsleepyet
#Lazyu-turn
#Fondlingneverstops
#Technoshitontheradio-clubmustbeclosingsoon
#Everybodysantungtonight
#Keithsings
#Theglamourouslife-sheilaE
#Eagleeyekeith
#Greathighway
#Aswangingoldengatepark
#Laplayasafeway
#Imcommittedno-itsahashtag
#Noparkingonthedancefloor
#Top gun-takemybreathaway
#49miledrive
#Offtopic
#20feetfromstardom
#Pleasureprinciple
#Kaisersoze
#Itallcomesfullcircle
#themuffinmadeithome
#welcomehomefrancisandvirginia
#hashtagshortstoryends
#shouldhavegonetonationsorinnout
#dropthemic

Monday, December 09, 2013

Winter Gatsby Party

Awash in winter golden glam desperate
to rekindle the abandon of the roaring

twenties, an age I thought dismissed
only to return there decades later

seeking to quell my heart’s quest
venturing via makeshift speakeasy.

my hedonistic virgin entourage leads,
their pleasures promise a presence

that has long since promenaded past.
Enters the wild, frolicking Zelda who glides

frenetically into varied spheres of orbit
deeply succumbing to her spirited influence—

squinting to find the darting firefly,
I stand on the penumbra of Gatsby’s dream.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

CW exercise - write a rondeau

Today's poetry form is a French lyric form called a rondeau.

My students seem to be having fun with the repetition in order to emphasize their crazy thoughts. Here's what I wrote with them...


Walk away from all the pain

Before it lingers long enough to stain.

For the love you feel is just one-sided;

Don’t wait anymore, she’s undecided

Why watch her feign?

Her doubt causes your passion to wane

Yet you force yourself to remain

Though in her heart you won’t reside

Walk away

Step outside into the falling rain

To cleanse yourself of her reign;

You don’t deserve to be blindsided.

With every step, the hurt has subsided

you have but yourself to regain

Walk away…

Monday, October 24, 2011

Today's CW exercise - Triolet

I have not blogged in a long while and I need to make a more concerted effort to write more instead of working. I keep debating whether or not I should post my thoughts on surviving thyroid cancer and adjusting to all that that entails (my meds seem to affect me, or rather, when I forget to take them, my students notice a difference). I seem to start many entries and then I don't finish them because I dwell too much on life. So, here's to starting small... and anew...

Luckily, I have the opportunity to teach creative writing once again this year, for the first time in three years. It's been a bit of a struggle, since the students that were placed in the class didn't originally "elect" to take this elective. I appreciate all the students who have remained because they have found value in what I'm trying to teach them. I just need to continue to work with them to learn how to constructively critique each other.

Today's class exercise is to write a Triolet, a French form...
and as with most things I've been writing, one theme dominates my hand...

I

Cancer provided a huge wake up call

Reminding me I still have much to do.

The doctors try their best to stall

Cancer. Provided a huge wake up call,

By showing me the writing on the wall.

The sickness is gone, I must start anew

Cancer provided a huge wake up call

Reminding me I still have much to do.


II

Illness makes the world seem right

For your soul is purged of wrong.

The blood flows with new cells white

Illness makes the world seem right

Though your body frail and light

Your heart continues to beat strong

Illness makes the world seem right,

For your soul is purged of wrong.


III

Schools celebrate red ribbon week

To remind us to steer clear of drugs

For they damage the strong and meek

Schools celebrate red ribbon week

To spite the temptation many seek

And avoid the accidental wayward slugs

Schools celebrate red ribbon week

To remind us to steer clear of drugs.