Blue Hues - This is a poem I wrote when I first started dating Aubrey. I was taking a poetry class in college, something I didn't see myself doing before, but was really enjoying learning about crafting tight, well-spun phrases. The idea of this poem started at a football game when I was looking into Aubrey's eyes and was just hypnotized by the blue. I had to write a poem using metaphor and color, and this is the result.
Christmas Gifts - This is a story (braided essay, really) that I wrote for a writing class I was teaching. I had a student who raised the question in class why you couldn't mix creative writing with research. It really got me thinking, and I turned to the braided essay as a possibility of bringing the two together. For a final project, I invited some of my students to try out a braided essay format. I joined with them as a way to guide them along, and ended up with this.
T'was a Night and a Month and Twenty-five Days Before Christmas - This is a poem about starting Christmas early. The Christmas Gifts braided essay gives some backstory to this poem. I wrote it 9 years ago, which dates its message a little. Nowadays, it's totally cool to get Christmas up and going before Halloween is even over. I know some people out there like Christmas starting early. Aubrey will, under no uncertain terms, allow Christmas music to be played or decorations to be put up until after Thanksgiving. I do sneak in some Christmas tunes on the piano pretty early, though.
If a Leaf Falls - This poem represents a place I like to escape to in my mind when I am stressed. I remember writing it while under the influence of one of my favorite poets, T. S. Eliot, and some crazy desire to get something into iambic pentameter.
McLife - This is a poem I wrote in my first creative writing class I took in college. At the end of the semester, we all got to read our work to the class and have everyone vote on their favorites. Mine won, which was pretty cool. Now that I look at the poem, I'm not sure what there is to like about it, other than perhaps the rhythm. In class, we read "Black Helicopters," by R. S. Gwynn, which follows a pantoum form, where you take the second and fourth lines of a stanza and make it the first and third in the next to see how meanings shift as the poem develops. If you have a chance, you should read Gwynn's poem. His sounds much better than mine, for one, and you'll notice that I kind of copied his tone and approach.
McLife - This is a poem I wrote in my first creative writing class I took in college. At the end of the semester, we all got to read our work to the class and have everyone vote on their favorites. Mine won, which was pretty cool. Now that I look at the poem, I'm not sure what there is to like about it, other than perhaps the rhythm. In class, we read "Black Helicopters," by R. S. Gwynn, which follows a pantoum form, where you take the second and fourth lines of a stanza and make it the first and third in the next to see how meanings shift as the poem develops. If you have a chance, you should read Gwynn's poem. His sounds much better than mine, for one, and you'll notice that I kind of copied his tone and approach.
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