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.
Month: August 2013
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I do the “I can’t believe it’s already/only been the first week of school!” thing only ’cause it’s true. Both ways. It’s already been the first week of school: five whole days passed, memories of it were not a blur and can be willed easily into definition, my relative time has changed. It’s only been…
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by Mykel Mogg (’14) Volunteering with the preschool readiness program at Excelsior Family Connections brings up personal challenges for me, specifically around power and teaching. My internship at Hoover last year also made me engage with this issue, but over almost two years, I have not been able to find peace with the level of…
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by Jules Cunningham (’14) I’ve tucked me into a drawer now Empty harmonica cases only good for holding cigarettes New pens A ceramic ocarina that hits concert Ab and three-quarters a metronome muscle tape a watch out of power for at least 5 years 2 broken notebooks god knows how much loose change I’ve tucked…
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by Molly Bond (’15) From the Sarah Fontaine Unit My writing practice generally consists of deadlines and feelings. Because I am a creative writing student, I write the majority of my pieces as an assignment, which tends to be more difficult because given prompts do not always provide the inspiration necessary to write what I…
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by Amelia Williams (’13) From the Sarah Fontaine Unit I’m too lenient with my first drafts; I like my first drafts. (That opening sentence was a first draft; the semicolon was a later edit. I quite like it.) I churn something out, because I write in sittings. I am rarely stringing little scribbles and images…
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by Noa Mendoza (’16) Three A.M: The microwave buzzes and Rory wipes a piece of lint off of his ironic Christmas sweater. He rests his head briefly against the crumbling cabinet wood, and then lifts his fist to punch the microwave door several times before it squeaks open with an exhausted groan. He stirs the…
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by Lizzie Kroner (’14) From the Truong Tran The semblance of my childhood composed of: 1. Broken hieroglyphs bracelet 2. Carved wooden music box 3. Monogrammed brush 4. Gold bear pendant 5. Glitter mask 6. Pink suede diary each without a time, date (to mark a reason why) Only the decayed pieces of days …
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by Abigail Schott-Rosenfield (’14) Birds ring the frame where the ceiling used to be. They stare, they dip their beaks into the empty cabin: the indented seat, the floor covered in gray prints. He worked alone— stepped hard and emerged often, removing rocks and other hard things. Break it up, break it up. Others will…
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by Olivia Weaver (’16) From the Sarah Fontaine Unit There is no way to write. It happens. Usually, at the most inconvenient of times. Perhaps you are listening to your classmates do speed-reads as you prepare for your show that’s on tomorrow and some hidden dam breaks inside of your head and the words are…
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by Giorgia Peckman (’14) From the Sarah Fontaine Unit “And that’s what I saw when I looked out the window that day. All these words were living.” — Eileen Myles Frances said, “I want to be God/Bring me good news.” That is the role I possess, desire and aspire to as a writer— possibly not…
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