Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EST November 14th 2022

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For this session we read a poem Heart On Fire by Ada Limón, posted below. 

Our prompt was: Write about getting in trouble.

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Heart On Fire by Ada Limón

As a foster child, my grandfather learned not
to get in trouble. Mexican and motherless—dead
as she was from tuberculosis—he practiced words
in a new language and kept his slender head down.
When the other boys begged him to slip into
the music shop’s upper window to steal harmonicas
for each of them, music being important, thievery
being secondary, he refused. When the cops came
to spot the boys who robbed the music store, they 
could easily find the ones spitting broken
notes into the air, joyously mouthing the stainless 
steel, mimicking men on street corners busking 
for coins. But not my grandfather, he knew not
to risk it all for a stolen moment of exaltation.
It’s easy to imagine  this is who I come from, a line
of serious men who follow the rules, but might I add
that later he was a dancer, a singer, an actor whose best roles
ended up on the cutting room floor. A cutup, a ham
who liked a good story. Who would have told you
life was a series of warnings, but also magic. Once,
he was sent for a box of matches and he put that box
of strike-anywheres in the pocket of his madras shirt
and ran home, he ran so fast to be on time, to be good,
and when he did so, the whole box ignited, so he was
a boy running down the canyon road with what
looked like a heart on fire. He’d laugh when he told 
you this, a heart on fire, he’d say, so you’d remember.

Limón, Ada. The Hurting Kind. (2022) “Heart On Fire” p.62. Minneapolis: Milkweed Edition.

7 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EST November 14th 2022

  1. Scarlet Kinney


    There was always trouble.
    Rebellion, gossip, the girl gangs up to no good.
    But we danced through it all,
    On stage, in the studio, in the airport hangar,
    Doors open to the starry sky
    As big band music made us sway and
    Move closer, ever closer, to more trouble.

    In the end,
    The dancing ruled,
    And we followed its path into
    Joy and hilarity,
    Free of trouble at last.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. About getting in trouble~~~
    As a young child growing up in a small town, there really wasn’t too much trouble to find, but find it I did.
    My friend, my next-door neighbor, was my best friend.
    She was 2 or 3 years older than me, therefore, wiser I assumed.
    One day we thought we go off exploring down by a creek at the end of our road.
    We followed the winding creek, stepping carefully on the rocks lining its banks.
    I might mention here, that I didn’t know how to swim.
    Well, to make this story a bit shorter, we ended up climbing on concrete barriers that now lined the sides of the creek.
    I was holding my breath out of fear because the farther we went, the deeper the water got.
    Our little creek had now transformed itself into what is called the Barge Canal.
    There docked, were a few barges, where goods were loaded for transport.
    We climbed up on one of the empty barges when no one was looking and proclaimed ourselves great explorers!
    Girl power!
    With great excitement, I replayed the story of our adventure to Mom.
    ” You did what!? “, my Mom said.

    My ears still ring remembering those words of surprise and a bit of anger.
    Lesson learned…maybe.


  3. Scarlet Kinney

    Michele, I’m so glad you posted this, because I had trouble hearing it as you read it last night. I love the way your story builds…there’s a very nice tension there…and I particularly like how it ends – Lesson learned…maybe. Makes me wonder what other adventures followed this one.


  4. al3793

    Write about getting in trouble.

    There would not be enough time for the smoke to clear from the shop!
    The two twelve-year-old barber apprentices had just finished for the day,
    Sammy and Sal.
    Pepino, their mentor, left the shop early to get some apples to bring home for dinner.
    The boys thought it a good time to try out some fireworks they had fashions from the box of strike-anywheres they had bartered for from a customer unknown to Pepino.
    Their device exploded prematurely filling the entire shop with gray smoke and the boys barely had enough time to douse a small fire in the corner of the back room when they heard the bell on the shop’s door ring.

    Liked by 1 person

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