Encuentros virtuales en vivo: Sรกbado 5 de Febrero, 13:00 EST

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Nos acompaรฑaran nueve participantes desde Nueva York, Espaรฑa, Argentina, varios otros lugares.

Elegimos una imagen, “Danza Afro-Cubana,” por Mario Carreรฑo.

La propuesta de escritura fue โ€œEscribe sobre una danzaโ€.

Aquรญ, ahora alentamos a los participantes que si asรญ lo desean, compartan lo que escribieron a continuaciรณn. Deja tu respuesta aquรญ, si deseas continuar la conversaciรณn. Pero antes, les recomendamos tener en cuenta que el blog es un espacio pรบblico donde, por supuesto, no se garantiza la confidencialidad.

Por favor, รบnase a nosotros en nuestra prรณxima sesiรณn en espaรฑol: El sรกbado 26 de febrero a las 13 hrs. o a la 1 pm EST (hora de Nueva York). Tambiรฉn, ofrecemos sesiones en inglรฉs. Ve aย  nuestra pรกgina de sesiones grupales virtuales en vivo.

ยกEsperamos verte pronto!


Danza Afro-Cubana por Mario Carreรฑo

Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EST February 4th 2022

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Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session our text was the poemย Broomย byย Jim Harrison, posted below.ย 

Our prompt was: Write about remembering you’re alive.

More details will be posted on this session, so check back again!

Participants are warmly encouraged to share what you wrote below (โ€œLeave a Replyโ€), to keep the conversation going here, bearing in mind that the blog of course is a public space where confidentiality is not assured.

Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if youโ€™re able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!

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Please join us for our next sessionย Monday February 7th atย 6pm EST, ย with more times listed on ourย Live Virtual Group Sessionsย page.

Broomย byย Jim Harrison

To remember youโ€™re alive
visit the cemetery of your father
at noon after youโ€™ve made love
and are still wrapped in a mammalian
odor that you are forced to cherish.
Under each stone is someoneโ€™s inevitable
surprise, the unexpected death
of their biology that struggled hard, as it must.
Now to home without looking back,
enough is enough.
En route buy the best wine
you can afford and a dozen stiff brooms.
Have a few swallows then throw the furniture
out the window and begin sweeping.
Sweep until the walls are
bare of paint and at your feet sweep
until the floor disappears. Finish the wine
in this field of air, return to the cemetery
in evening and wind through the stones
a slow dance of your name visible only to birds.