A few days ago, we completed “Where I’m From” poems after George Ella Lyon’s poem of the same name. The exercise allowed us to telescope in on the quirky and singular sights, smells, and sensations of our home place. We then turned our detail oriented…
On our overland journey this afternoon, we took a convenient pit stop at Clonmacnoise–a monastery founded by St. Ciarán of Roscommon (not to be confused with St. Cairán of Saigir). The cathedral ruins, defunct roundhouses, and burial sites of the Kings of Connacht and Tara…
Thrilled to report that we’ve arrived safe and sound to Inishbofin, where we’ll spend the next three days on an intensive writing retreat! Picture us cooking together at our hostel, workshopping our writing-in-progress in anticipation of the Final Reading, exploring the island’s summits and beaches,…
Elie Carlos turned her camera lens on the village of Howth today and came away with these stunning shots. Hope you enjoy the scene as much we did!
After synchronizing her FitBit, Dean Macrina has demanded that the blog pay special homage to the distance we’ve logged during our stay in Ireland. In our 5 days here, Macrina reports, we have logged over 50 miles on foot! What can we say? We’ve got…
Here’s some examples of our autobiographical catalog poems, after Lisel Mueller’s “Curriculum Vitae.” By Erin Mahon 1. To the water we walked, his strong hand engulfs mine. Seeing me smile, he deems wasting fine. After all it’s just bread, and that’s not a crime. 2. I…
Here’s student Julia Neumann’s snap from the train from Dublin to Howth:
“Seems to a secret touch telling me memory. Touched his sense moistened remembered. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. No sound. The sky. The bay purple by the Lion’s head. Green by Drumleck. Yellowgreen towards Sutton. Fields of undersea, the…