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FROM THE WORKSHOPS

The Writer’s Center

Edited by: B. Rae Perryman After a quick call for work for the publication of this magazine, I was floored with the quality of submissions I received. We are grateful to our instructors for providing excellent courses and guidance, but it makes the staff of TWC so happy to see participants enthusiastic about their work. Below, you will find a tiny sampling of what was received. Thank you to all those who submitted – you provided hours of joy to our staff, and we hope you will submit again.

Beekeeper’s Blessing May your eggs germinate, Your larvae flourish, Your pupae prosper, Your workers do well, Your drones develop and do the trick, And your queens score, coarsen, and continue. May your swarms be scarce, Your mites be munched, And your beetles busted. May your dearths be ephemeral, Your pollen be plentiful, And your nectar be copious.

Ode To Journeying

May your bees abound, Your colonies be crammed, Your nucs succeed, Your hives thrive, And your apiaries proliferate. By: Frank Linton Grief penetrates the hidden chambers of my heart As my beloved rides a dromedary with passion In her pursuit, I shall wail and cry Till mud forms from dust, submerging her into submission Don’t torment my heart, for this untamed bird Hardly ever returns once it sees rejection Blessed are the circles of love and devotion Where the status of a prince and a pauper are one This sad melody keeps ringing in my ear My youth shall end and not cherished, I fear Famous 18th Century Persian Poet: Tabib Esfahani Translated by: Sona (Fatemeh) Mohammadi

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If I could, I’d fly to the land of Midnight Sun. Arms outstretched, I’d let wind toss me and float through sky. Swim through clouds – how hard could it be? I’d head to where water crashes down fjords and wooden stave churches stand upright after hundreds of years. There night is light and sky alive, swirling fireballs of green-red-blue. I’d hike through green Carpathians, eye intricate eggs – miniature horses, waves, circles -smallest of triangles nestled in my hand. At nightfall I’d sail up the Dnipro river, splash of oars luring me to sleep. Stars. The luscious lull of silence. By: Ksenia Rychtycka “I’m a fiction writer and poet and recently took Meg Eden’s workshop on putting together a chapbook! It was a wonderful experience and very helpful! It’s difficult to find an online class on chapbooks and Meg provided valuable information and resources.”

Workshop & Event Guide Winter/Spring 2018

The Writer's Guide Winter/Spring 2018  
The Writer's Guide Winter/Spring 2018  

This issue The Writer's Guide provides tribute to the people who make us! Featuring stats about our dedicated workshop leaders and a walk do...

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