CREATIVE WRITING
at the Ruth Asawa School of the Arts in San Francisco
Welcome! CW develops the art and craft of creative writing through instruction, collaboration, and respect. This blog showcases STUDENT WRITING and how to APPLY to Creative Writing.
Tag: SOTA Creative Writing
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I never gave much thought to fairy tales, apart from the Disney interpretations I grew up with. I thought fairy tales were no more than children’s stories. I did not think about their adaptations, histories, reflections on humanity, and freedom of expression. I would gain an appreciation for fairy tales in the first unit of…
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I knew that I wanted to attend SOTA for creative writing after I seeing “The Nature of Offense,” the department’s 2013 poetry and fiction show. I was in the seventh grade. I know that for many people, their creative writing dream began years earlier. It seemed strange to me then, when I was meticulously planning…
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Shanna, a senior in the Creative Writing Department, will be going to University of Puget Sound in Tacoma, Washington next year – figuring out what she wants to do with the rest of her life while simultaneously trying not to drown in all the rain. After that, who knows what she’ll be doing. She’d like…
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24 Creative Writers 12 Plays 120 minutes of pure entertainment 1 night only “Work Hard Play Harder” Friday April 12, 2013 7:30 Showtime $10 for Students, $15 for Adults The Ruth Asawa School of the Arts Creative Writing Department is pleased to present “Work Hard Play Harder” our tenth annual play writing showcase event. The…
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the sky smells pink and hard when i walk through it in the mornings the sulfuric dusts the dawn a fruit-bowl full rosy belly bent backwards that loud gray groan inside the skin pierced and peeling like a salty apple swollen hot choleric elderly clouds left over damp winds scraggle across dimly like some stale…
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We grab the black binoculars With the thick black strap And the book about constellations And a beach towel We get into the car Sit in the leather seats, And you drive as I gaze out the window At the city lights And up at the starless purple sky, That reflects the city lights back.…
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Pellucid winters show the raw brush, Raw proof of an earlier time. You wait, you wait. The chalky dust is cold. There is no snow to take the edge Off the dry log. You sit. The well-water Is black, the rope is clasped By what flowed through its fibers. The water is black. It will…
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You could’ve left me in the drawer weighed down with wooden wolves and carved peace signs you could’ve let me lay by the bedside my strings frayed untying myself because I don’t know better but you cut off my edges tied a slipnot and threaded your head through me cause you feel naked now without…
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by Justus Honda This house has spirits living in mouse-holes, The kinds you come across Spinning through a gray-green daydream; Spirits that live off the disembodied hum From a refrigerator in the dark, Spirits that swoop and catch dust motes In copper waves of lamplight. This house has disinterested spirits, All-too-ancient things snoring In cobweb…
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IT’S TOO LATE TO WATCH THE SUNSET It’s 7 pm on a Sunday, one of those hey-let’s-be-alone-days, not particularly out of choice, but I like it anyway, because I can do what I want, listen to what I want, eat what I want, act as I will. I’m hungry, going out for a bite to…
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