Encuentros virtuales en vivo: Sรกbado 21 de diciembreย , 13:00 EST

El texto que escogimos para hoy fue Laย ย Apariciรณn 1963 por Antonio Lรณpez Garcรญa.”

La propuesta de escritura fue “Escribeย sobreย laย mirada.”

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Laย ย Apariciรณn 1963 por Antonio Lรณpez Garcรญa

Credit:Antonio Lรณpez Garcรญa


Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EST December 20th 2024

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we read an excerpt from the novel The Tidewater Tales” by John Barth, posted below.

Our prompt was: โ€œWrite about the story you would like someone in your life to tell.โ€

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!

Please join us for our next session Friday January 10th at 12pm EST, with more times listed on ourย Live Virtual Group Sessions.

An excerpt from the novel The Tidewater Tales by John Barth.

KATHERINE SHERRITT SAGAMORE, 39 YEARS OLD,
AND 8 ยฝ MONTHS PREGNANT,
BECALMED IN OUR ENGINELESS SMALL SAILBOAT,
AT THE END OF A STICKY JUNE CHESAPEAKE AFTERNOON
AMID EVERY SIGN OF THUNDERSTORMS APPROACHING
FROM ACROSS THE BAY,
AND SPEAKING AS SHE SOMETIMES DOES IN VERSE,
SETS HER HUSBAND A TASK.


Tell me a story of women and men,
Like us: like us in love for ten
Years, lovers for seven, spouses
Two, or two point five. Their Houses
Increase is the tale Iโ€™d wish you tell.

Why did that perfectly happy pair
Like us, decide this late to bear
A child? Why toil so to conceive
One (or more), when they both believe
The worldโ€™s aboard a handbasket bound for hell?
Well?

Credit: John Barth

Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EST December 9th 2024

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we read an excerpt from Held ” by Anne Michaels, posted below.

Our prompt was: โ€œWrite about a pair of socks.โ€

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!

Please join us for our next session Friday December 20th at 12pm EST, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions.

Held by Anne Michaels pg. 11-12

The black lines of the trees reminded him of a winter field he'd once seen from the window of a train. And the black sea of evening, and the deep black bonnet and apron of his grandmother climbing up from the harbour, knitting all the while, leading their ancient donkey burdened with heavy baskets of crab. All the women in the village wore their tippie and carried their knitting easy to hand, under their arm or in their apron pocket, sleeves and sweater- fronts, filigree work, growing steadily over the course of the day. Each village with its own stitch; you could name a sailorโ€™s home port by the pattern of his gansey, which contained a further signature - a deliberate error by which each knitter could identify her work. Was an error deliberately made still an error?

Coastal Knitters cast their stitches like a protective spell to keep their men safe and warm and dry, the oil in the wool repelling the rain and sea spray, armour passed down, father to son. They knitted shorter sleeves that did not need to be pushed out of the way of work. Dense worsted, faded by the salt wind. The ridge and furrow stitch, like the fields in March when they put in the potatoes. The moss stitch, the rope stitch, the honeycomb, the triple sea wave, the anchor; the hailstone stitch, the lightning, diamonds, ladders, chains, cables, squares, fishnets, arrows, flags, rigging. The Noordwijk bramble stitch. The black-and-white socks of Terschelling (two white threads, a single black). The Goedereede zigzag. The tree of life. The eye of God over the wearerโ€™s heart.

Credit: Anne Michaels


Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EST December 6th 2024

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we listened to an instrumental piece of music “Skimming the Fractured Surface to a Place of Endless Light” by Kaki King, from the Albumย Glow posted below.

Our prompt was: โ€œWrite about a place of endless light.โ€

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!

Please join us for our next session Monday December 9th at 6pm EST, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions.

Skimming the Fractured Surface to a Place of Endless Light by Kaki King

Credit: Kaki King