Poetry Workshop in Santa Fe with Miriam Sagan

I look forward to seeing some of you:

The Scribe Circle series continues with its sixth session (only four sessions left after this month’s).  

 
Miriam Sagan, February 21st, Sunday 2-4 pm
 
Miriam Sagan is the author of over a dozen books of poetry, including Seven Places In America. She founded and runs the creative writing program at Santa Fe Community College.

 

In this workshop entitled “Confession & Its Containers: Getting To The Heart of Your Poetic Subject Matter” we’ll work from the “raw to the cooked” in terms of poetic technique. Starting with free loose writing, we’ll break prose lines into poetry, and explore some sophisticated repeating forms such as the pantoum. How do obsession, narrative, tone, sound, and rhythm merge for strong poetry? Come and explore!

 

The Scribe Circle is a once-a-month intensive, intimate class on a single aspect of craft, limited to ten participants per session. Starting in September 2015 and finishing in July 2016, this series consists of a two hour session taught by a different author each month focusing on a single aspect of their craft. Genres include nonfiction, fiction, and poetry. Classes will be held at 1807 Second Street. Cost is $50 per session (cash or check only). For more detailed information or to register, email nextpageconsultancy@ gmail.com. Feel free to sign up for one session or multiple sessions.
 

Poem by Rudy Rios

I travel for work around the state and write when I’m out in the hinterlands of NM. The following piece is about a jounrey I do frequently on Hwy 380 north of White Sands Missile Range.

“Lady and her Hawks” 11/1/13 by Rudy Rios

Eleven points of sunshine
circular momentum pushed on
two south too north
black tan reflected green
sage varnished blue.
Dry grass crunched under bovine
molars hooves wide open lands
prairie dry as sandman dust
click click caw caw
copper glass and oak on and on.
1945 double sun acres
dead mans journey
burnt mans death
a little one and a fat ones terror.
Accolades sand crushed rock petroleum toxins
cages cloud headlights mark
miner paths now speak
low buzz wingless bees
why cant they fly
the lady and her hawks?