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.

Author: SOTA Creative Writing

  • by Giorgia (’14) I dragged Abigail up top to Mollie Stones with me last week, with the promise of a pompelmo San Pellegrino soda, because I wanted company and she was thirsty. (Now, you see, Abigail and I have a very unique kind of relationship where I wipe flour on her shirt and call her…

  • 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…

  • by Abigail (’14) Frances and I recently went to another Carville Annex reading. (This time it was at the Carville Annex building in the Sunset, not in a forest glen.) The reading was a lecture given by Molly Prentiss, “non-famous famous person” from Brooklyn, on– quoting  “aspirational objects…commercial tactics…and reasons why stories will not die.”…

  • 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…

  • National Poetry Writing Month has begun. Just sayin’. http://www.napowrimo.net/

  • 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…

  • 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.…

  •   Creative Writing has a new Facebook page.  We are posting blog updates, school news, writing contests, and fun local events (literary and otherwise).  You don’t have to join Facebook to view our page. So come on over, like us, visit us, and feel free to post anything of interest to the CW community on…

  • 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…

  • 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…