Writer Adventures: WordSpring 2018

Hell[o], readers.

Not a poem or fiction piece this time, but a snapshot of myself as a writer/person/human being.

This past Saturday I attended Butte College’s 7th Annual WordSpring Creative Writing Conference at the main Butte campus outside Chico. It was the second official writing-centered event I’ve attended, the first being the Willamette Writers Conference way back in August 2010.

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Poetry: “Gum Graft Surgeries”

An unlucky meshing of genetics and lifelong grinding led to undergoing two gum graft surgeries, one in 2011, the last in 2012. Basically, my gums were receding, and my teeth were less protected and weakened as a result. I needed more tissue to cover the receding sections and increase blood flow.

The surgeon took all that tissue from the roof of my mouth.

It was awful.

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Photo by paul morris on Unsplash

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If I Cannot Write, I Will Draw

Years ago, while rifling through old National Geographic magazines, I came across a quote I later cut out and used in a collage: “…if I get scared, I cannot write, and if I write, I am not scared.”

That still resonates with me today, but another dimension is resurfacing for the first time since childhood — if I cannot write, I will draw.

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She’ll go her own way, you can’t take the song out of her bones. // “Darkling Seer” by Alyssa Pearl Fusek (2017)

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Poem: “clotted spine”

When people fail to understand your tragedy but critique you anyways.
When people think their advice will save your world when all it does is gratify their egos.
When people bring up your tragedy as an icebreaker and expect you to talk about it.
When people say, “I can’t even imagine.”
When you want to say, “I’ll make you imagine.”

All this and more…this is for us, this is for you.

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