The rocks emerge from the fog, shouldered giants slumped in the surf. Gray waves smother them, foam and seethe at their ears, as if winter and the pestering sea was their lost war, roiling across their eternally buried knees.
I do not mean to intrude, yet could I have your opinion (as director of a creative writing program) on some lyrical texts? I have given a few lines in the post scriptum. Thank you for your time, Sincerely, Imola
P.S. 'Wipe your eyes [...] The sea is calling us to life And is now drawing us away from sin...'
Since August 2007 I have served as the Director of Creative Writing at Pepperdine University in Malibu, CA. I am also a writer of short fiction, novels, poetry, and memoir. My stories and poetry have been published widely, with work included in The Atlantic Monthly, The Southern Review, Prairie Schooner, ZYZZYVA, The Literary Review, Poet Lore, Rosebud Magazine, and War, Literature & the Arts, among others. My poetry collection, The Man I Was Supposed to Be, was published by Loom Press in March 2008. My awards include the Wallace Stegner Creative Writing Fellowship to Stanford University, an NEA Literature Fellowship, and both the Weldon Kees and Tennessee Williams Scholarships.
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Dear Mr. Struloeff,
I do not mean to intrude, yet could I have your opinion (as director of a creative writing program) on some lyrical texts?
I have given a few lines in the post scriptum.
Thank you for your time,
Sincerely,
Imola
P.S. 'Wipe your eyes [...] The sea is calling us to life And is now drawing us away from sin...'
I could actually get used to reading poetry online...it is amazing the things that one can find...amazing blog...
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