Teaching Writing Theory after Jaan Kaplinski On Tuesday I discovered if my cancer had returned. Later I discussed teaching writing to six-year-olds. We spun our arms like windmills, then made chopstick-motions with our fingers mirroring the motor control functions we daily take for granted even less think about as we stare at the … Continue reading Two poems by Anthony Wilson
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A poem by Anthony Wilson
Borderline for and after Lawrence Sail the sump-life of the place - Seamus Heaney These are the flatlands stitched between flood-plain and ditch, everything provisional, ooze and sluice. The estuary looks walkable, spines of red clay rising from slate water with flanks of weeping slip which shimmer mother-of-pearl, silver, molten. A … Continue reading A poem by Anthony Wilson
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