From Olivia: Your character had to read a novel traditionally assigned in schools (such as To Kill a Mockingbird). What was the novel and what did they think of it?
Write for 10 minutes. Post your piece to comments!
During our last meeting we will have a lot of fun celebrating this last year. You’ll have an opportunity to talk about the things you liked and didn’t like, as well as brainstorm what you’re interested in doing next year.
We’ll also say goodbye to our seniors and members who aren’t returning next year. If you are a senior or departing member, we’d love to celebrate you!
- Send me one or all of the following to include in the meeting.
- A picture
- A goodbye message
- An open mic piece
- You can read things yourself, or have someone read for you. You can send material even if you aren’t able to come.
- Email what you’d like to include by May 24.
You will be rejected,
And it will be okay
You will lose friends,
And it will be okay
You will stop liking
And it will be okay
Do not forget to
Try new foods
Do not forget to
Sleep every now
Do not forget to
When it is due
Do not forget to
Read a book
Do not forget
That you love to write.
A bright hazy gleam
Both solemn and giddy
Trapped inside a dazzling dream
Is this magnificent city
Air so crisp, fragile almost
Black expanses reaching past the sea
Certainly not a coast
In this stretching city
Bring your pain and sorrow
Come close as you are
For all will be gold by the ‘morrow
In this city without scars
So crowded it’s burning
Each one touches the next
Each heart filled with yearning
Inside this city’s chest
Busy as can be when things streak by
Leaving trails of sparkling dust
Painted across the night sky
In city-like gusts
This shining city is not from near
This city lies very far.
No where near here
Is this city of stars
Congratulations to Cristi McKee, winner of our #MicoPoetry Contest.
And so I am supposed to be kind to my enemy so now it is time to be kind to myself.
Also, we’d like to give a shout out to Mary-Kelly Reimel, and her runner up poem.
A cloudless sky
In the spring
Seeing nature thrive
And all that I can think
Is what a time to be alive.
Thanks to everyone who voted and submitted poems.
Don’t let disguised ignorance change who you are
Really, honestly, you’ve made it this far
Your heart is pure, you don’t need this scar
Don’t lose that soul that shines like a star,
Don’t let them change who you were meant to be
They’re after your innocence, can’t you see?
It’s o’ so clear, or is it just me?
That they really mean them when they say “we,”
Believe me when I say that you’re better than them
You’re like a walking miracle but times ten
Don’t listen to the person they wish to condemn
They want to tear you apart and rip away your stem,
Several years down the line, you’ll see their true form
They’ll try to convince you that you’re far from the norm
Please don’t be fooled by the temptations of their storm
They will try to fool you by using lies to inform,
So please, I beg you
None of this is new
People like you are few
You’re everything times two
It would be cliché to spend an entire work of writing referring to life as a story, however because of the truth to this clique, it would be frankly inappropriate to dedicate this piece to anything other than such. Life is in fact a story. It is a book in our lap as we sit on a Spring day combing through page after page eager to get to the next thing that we can never see coming. Like a good book of writing, life carries a future that is unexpected, a past we sometimes ache over and other times smile at the memories of, and a unique and complex structure that holds our attention and urges us on. Like good characters life introduces us to relatable and lovable strangers that become branded on our hearts, to evil and pained creatures that scar our souls, to passing glances and smiles on street corners.
Life inspires books and stories, that is where authors got the idea in the first place. Fiction is simply reflections and parodies of real life and things we sometimes wish were possible, or would like to see change. Fiction is life through another dimension, but let’s pay attention to the real life stories for a moment shall we?
I’ve been a CWC member for all my years of high school, even some before, and this essay that I write for you my fellow club goers will be my last. As I prepare my departure from the CWC, FLVS as a whole as well, and move onto my college journey that will shape the remainder of my life, I say goodbye to Chapter One of my existence. I say goodbye to the events that have occurred in my short eighteen years of living, and I turn the page to Chapter Two. A chapter that is sure to be full of it’s decent share of adventures and great achievements, as I also expect it to carry it’s equal if not heavier burden of challenges and battles to be won.
In no way am I long lived, nor as wise as my mother or her mother before her. By not a single chance do I bare the adult experience of those that have walked this earth as beings for decades in time, however I do bare preparation and expectance. Not to say I know what’s coming, only to assert I am set. As I ready for words on fresh pages, I harden my skin and armor my soul for the future. Dawning my horse, pointing my sword straight ahead into my fight. I have fought, and though I am young, Chapter One has been full of long lakes to jump, oceans to swim across. I’ve completed one of the four seas. Three left, and I will have lived.
I consider my activism to be just learning to walk. I see my strength as only beginning to speak it’s first words. My skills are merely about to be born. Chapter Two is frightening, but to not apply all it’s labels would be sin. Chapter Two is also exciting. Chapter Two is rousing, Chapter Two is challenging, Chapter Two is standing in my face with war paint streaked beneath her fiery eyes. I must only need to apply mine to be officially part of this quest.
Chapter Two is not the biggest challenge, but it is the next step, and the next step always seems so much larger than truth. You yourself may be turning the pages, and seeing you’re nearing the next part of your story, but perhaps you don’t know what it is you’re about to start reading. Truthfully, no one knows. I believe not even the highest of power’s could have a clue, and the reason for this is because you’re the author yourself. You have turned to blank pages, that at first may imply your life has come to an end. But in reality, you have been writing Chapter One since you left the womb. The moment your breath found you in this world, your first cries dripped beginning speckles of ink to your story and the words poured from you in waterfalls. You wrote this so far, you beautiful writer you, and now you have reached a point where you’re beginning to realize just how involved you have been. Your reason is THE reason that life has happened in the way it has, that you have made it this far. Through strength and wit and bravery you persisted, and now it is time to continue to rise.
Your heart is your blank page, your soul is your pen, your intentions are your ideas, so write, write, write my friend.
Chapter Two has come at last, and perhaps sooner than any of us could ever think. So now move forward passionately. Embrace all that comes with it, fear or pain or happiness or all. This is Chapter Two, this is the second ocean. It is time to swim. It is time.
“Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.” – Maya Angelou
YOU will rise…
I remember your fingernails,
Gripping onto the flaky yellow paint,
Rusty chips drifting slowly,
Through infinity and between dewy grass blades.
Your heart beat like a stopwatch,
On a lonely daylight saving’s night,
Lights flashing in lost daydream,
Through the residue of a lone raindrop.
Your irises gleam like cold lemonade in the sunshine,
Twisting a red-stained popsicle stick between your lips,
Making me pray I could keep ice from melting away,
And film a moment in my eyes.
Harks and alarms! Greetings and Salutations, Scribblers!
Our next meeting is this Thursday, May 11, 7-8pm EST.
During this meeting we will have a book discussion about The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak.
Do you have thoughts about the book? Create a powerpoint slide to present! Your slide should be about a specific writing technique that Zusak utilizes that you’d like to highlight.
Slides due by Wednesday, May 10.
If you’re not able to join us this week, I will send out information about the assignment.
Open Mic – This is our last open mic opportunity of the year.
Want to read some of your writing at this week’s meeting or have someone else read it?
Open Mic Requirements:
-You must email your piece by Wednesday, May 10.
-You can submit fiction, poetry, or non-fiction.
-Your piece or excerpt should be 500 words or less.
-Pieces must be school appropriate. Pieces should not be explicitly political, religious, or intimate.
-Pieces will be read on a first come, first served basis as time allows.
Please let me know if you have any questions, and I hope to see you soon!