Image: Bruce Guenter I’m afraid I’ve been stepping out on fiction. I’ve been out with Poetry twice, two lovely workshops. Non-fiction, also twice, sorry. Screenwriting broke my heart and dumped me to the curb (once). Now Playwriting. Halfway through my fourth term, when I need to propose a dissertation and stick by her through thick… Continue reading Cross-Genre Work
Author: DMOconnor
I WENT TO AWP IN D.C AND I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY SINKING… POST
We shall overcome by embracing our other, by radically empathizing with what we believe to be our opposite.
Vigilance with Attention, please.
I take my class to a writing workshop with Jimmy Santiago Baca in The Student Union Ballroom. Last Friday, campus closed early due to a visit from a right-wing racist and provocateur who will say anything for money....
Can we stay in the now please?
I find I do exactly the opposite of what I write.
November is a bitch.
Crisp, cold, light, first snow dandruff the mountains, autumn’s last leaves swirl and the swoosh swoosh swoosh of traipsing leaf piles brings back childhood. White swans migrate into the duck pond. Will they survive the coming winter? Do ducks ever feel cold? They dive deep and paddle. Where do the turtles go in this cold?… Continue reading November is a bitch.