Ocean Park Poetry

This past week was devoted entirely to the art of writing. I checked into an old inn on the beach in Ocean Park City, got some ice cream cones from the local Soda Fountain, and spent my days in a New England community center (read: a big, square, wooden building) listening to presenters on topics … Continue reading »

The End of Poetry

Today I turned in my poetry portfolio. I went into the class wary of this thing called poetry for it never seems to say what it wants to say, it obfuscates perfectly beautiful rhymes just for meaning, and, well, why not just write a story? But after ten weeks of reading and writing poetry, I … Continue reading »