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Poems

Step out even though it's still cold and the water tears your feet. Never mind the blanket. Leave…
What he knew from the beginning was that the sun existed and without the sun, nothing else. …
Morning          Sun trees earth sky. Houses. We live in this. In other people. See a young…
How strange to think the human body— how it mourns its own passing. Frail bone lodge bound with…

Writer & Writing Teacher

I've been writing and teaching writing for many years. This course grew out of a conviction I keep returning to: that every person has a way of seeing the world that is worth developing and sharing — and that most beginning writers simply haven't yet had the right conditions to discover it.

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