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For this session we took a close look at the painting “Strange Shadows (Shadows and Substance)” by Gertrude Abercrombie, posted below. 

Our prompt was: “Write about what’s hidden or revealed in a shadow.”

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Please join us for our next session Friday November 4th at 12 pm EDT, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions.

“Strange Shadows (Shadows and Substance)” by Gertrude Abercrombie

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For this session we read the poem An Old Story by Tracy K. Smith, posted below. 

Our prompt was: “ Write about a color that has made you weep. ”

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Please join us for our next session Friday October 28th at 6 pm EDT, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions.

An Old Story by Tracy K. Smith

We were made to understand it would be
Terrible. Every small want, every niggling urge,
Every hate swollen to a kind of epic wind. 
 
Livid, the land, and ravaged, like a rageful 
Dream. The worst in us having taken over 
And broken the rest utterly down. 
 
                                                                 A long age 
Passed. When at last we knew how little 
Would survive us—how little we had mended 
 
Or built that was not now lost—something 
Large and old awoke. And then our singing 
Brought on a different manner of weather. 
 
Then animals long believed gone crept down 
From trees. We took new stock of one another. 
We wept to be reminded of such color. 

Credit: poetryfoundation.org
Tracy K. Smith, "An Old Story" from Wade in the Water.  
Copyright © 2018 by Tracy K. Smith.  

 

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For this session we viewed the short film Forty-Nine Limbs by Melissa Miller, posted below. 

Our prompt was: “Write about what’s left behind.”

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Please join us for our next session Monday October 24th at 6 pm EDT, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions.

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we read a poem First Fall by Maggie Smith, posted below. 

Our prompt was: “Write an introduction to a season or Write about knowing it will come back.“

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Please join us for our next session Friday October 21st at 12 pm EDT, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions.

First Fall by Maggie Smith

I’m your guide here. In the evening-dark
morning streets, I point and name.
Look, the sycamores, their mottled,
paint-by-number bark. Look, the leaves
rusting and crisping at the edges.
I walk through Schiller Park with you
on my chest. Stars smolder well
into daylight. Look, the pond, the ducks,
the dogs paddling after their prized sticks.
Fall is when the only things you know
because I’ve named them
begin to end. Soon I’ll have another
season to offer you: frost soft
on the window and a porthole
sighed there, ice sleeving the bare
gray branches. The first time you see
something die, you won’t know it might
come back. I’m desperate for you
to love the world because I brought you here.

Credit: poetryfoundation.org
Maggie Smith, "First Fall" from Good Bones.  
Copyright © 2017 by Maggie Smith.  

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For this session we read an excerpt from “Whereas Statements” by Layli Long Soldier, posted below. 

Our prompt was: “ Whereas…”

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Please join us for our next session Monday October 17th at 6 pm EDT, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions.

Excerpt from “Whereas Statements” by Layli Long Soldier

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For this session we took a close look at photos from a series titled Bedside Manner by Corrine Botz, posted below. 

Our prompt was: “Write who is seen.”

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Please join us for our next session Monday October 10th at 6 pm EDT, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions.

Bedside Manner by Corrine Botz

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For this session we look a close look at the short animation film titled “Bitzbutz” by Gil Alkabetz , posted below. 

Our prompt was: “Write or draw a time you felt eaten up inside.”

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Please join us for our next session Friday October 7th at 12 pm EDT, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions.

“Bitzbutz” by Gil Alkabetz

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For this session we read a poem In Blackwater Woods by Mary Oliver , posted below. 

Our prompt was: “In a few words, name what is difficult to put into words.”

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Please join us for our next session Monday October 3rd at 6 pm EDT, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions.

In Blackwater Woods by Mary Oliver

Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,

the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders

of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is

nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go

© Back Bay Books, 1983.

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For this session we read an excerpt from “Man Camp” by Claire Boyles, from her book of short stories titled Site Fidelity, posted below. 

Our prompt was: “Write about cocky absolute certainty. ”

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An excerpt from “Man Camp” by Claire Boyles