Monday, June 20, 2011

Morning Writing Workshop

This morning Sara Holbrook and Michael Salinger lead attendees in an early bird writing workshop revolving around personification.

We got up moved around wiggled and stomped our feet a bit - and a good time was had by all!


  1. Embarrassed
    Dark as the starless midnight sky
    Head tilted south
    Hands fan-spread shielding face
    Grazing, age-old elephant
    Not bellowing cheers of confidence
    Instead, lifelessly planted in cemented thought.

  2. Rick Harner, Washington High, Charlestown,WVJune 20, 2011 at 9:10 AM


    Dark grey, a cloud ready to storm
    Not sitting on the edge of his seat
    answering the next question
    slouched down, his tail between his legs
    Instead wishing he was someone
    else, some place else.

  3. Victor Lane, Greensboro, GAJune 20, 2011 at 10:37 AM


    Sitting at a desk
    Bent over paper
    One hand clutching a pencil
    The other scratching scattered hair
    Looking like a jack russell terrier
    Head buried in a rabbit hole
    Hind legs scratching to get out
    Or maybe to get deeper in
    A quivering ball of black and white energy
    Directionless, yet never stationary.

  4. "Anxious"
    Sweating while the movement of her feet was light
    Green as sickness
    Looking around breathing heavily
    Like a cat backed into a corner
    Not standing tall, talking loud, not seen
    Instead tucked away like a Good Dress in a attic.

  5. Patricia, Chicago,ILJune 20, 2011 at 11:32 AM


    Smiling with hands raised up.
    Her hair was shaking and bouncing all over the place.
    Swimming and clapping like a dolphin in the ocean.
    Red like a bouquet of red roses.
    She wasn't crying with her head down.
    Instead she was standing tall feeling proud of herself.

  6. Bubbly
    Washed away in happiness
    Wiggling fingers, dancing, pattering toes
    Fluttering about, a seagull in search of prey
    Vibrant blue ocean
    Not submersed in despaired

  7. Fed up

    Standing, a warrior in plain sight
    Unable to retreat the final fight
    Abuse then torture tightening in the ruff
    Tomorrow this world or the next, today she's had enough.

  8. Bryant Cromartie, Rochester, NYJune 20, 2011 at 11:58 AM


    Yellow like the sun, beaming on the cool river. Smiling as people cheered, leaning forward, not shy and timid. Like a monkey swinging from tree to tree making giggling sounds. Strutting with his hands curled back.

  9. Y-not?

    He would not quit.
    Blurry eyed and sluggish he ambles in.
    A limp blue towel is thrust his way
    Like a big brown bear he lumbars past the humming machine
    Shiny spandex, bouncing ponytails, tight thighs
    The foggy grey of sleepiness clears
    another chance to regain his old self.