I know this doesn't sound very exciting, but I am reading some stellar papers from my Gender Issues in Language and Literature class and love the ideas, yet with some papers, mourn that the execution of those ideas are hampered by incorrect or overly-minimal in-text citation. So this is for them and all the other … Continue reading In-Text Citation and Argument
This is an end of semester overview I give my Wiriting I students. They are about to enter the world of independent writing, and there are some common things to keep an eye on as they write for other classes or in the workplace. An end-of semester look at the most common areas students work … Continue reading About Independent Writing
I always do the PAD Challenge, but I don’t always finish. It’s hard to predict what will make me stop. I completed the challenge the year that should have been the hardest, the April my mom had a heart attack and I spent much of that month at her side. I don’t know how I … Continue reading The weight of grading
The challenge for today was a spiritual poem.
The Nature of Baking Baking is science and art. We know that. Recipes now give grams instead of cups and I should be okay with that, but I also know that recipes lie. Aunt Jenny doesn't tell how she used whole milk just like I don't tell that I use coconut milk. I mean to, … Continue reading PAD Day 11
The prompt absolutely did not work for me today, and I don't know why. I'm running out of time to figure it out though, so I went to my iPad and used Adobe Fresco to start an instapoem instead.
The task today is to write an ekphrastic poem. The trick with that is to do one of two extremes. One is to go with something like a photograph that no one knows and let that image frame the poem. The other extreme is to pick a painting that is extremely well known, so much … Continue reading PAD Day 9
A future poem. Very rough, but something, On Hearing the Song "In the Year 2525' in 2020 In the year 1969 we thought our short skirts would save us. Make love not war was the cry and a little magazine called Ms. did not exist until 1970, but the signs were there. Vietnam was our … Continue reading PAD Day 8
Another instapoem and my one allowed haiku for the month.
When Being Polite Is a Losing Game A COVID-19 Poem You can’t do everything right. In these times, the smallest thing can lead to disaster, which has a new definition: death. Here is my list of what may kill me— not today, but in a week or two when the danger is forgotten. … Continue reading PAD Day 6