Here’s my first go at writing a slow poem: Age Twelve, Sharing a Room With Grammy When you’re old, your hands and feet are blocks of wood. She sits slowly, easing down over calcified knees. Her bent index finger is a post to wrap a shoelace on muscle memory ties the bow, certainly not the …
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Feb 25
Another piece for class
So, in lieu of me writing something new and provocative for my blog, I’m reposting stuff I’m working on for class. Hah! This is a piece in a very different vein than my last; I had a go at personal essay/memoir writing. I got both the letter and this piece workshopped last Tuesday, and I …