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Author Archives: Llyn De Danaan
You have been given tools for analysis (the YouTube videos) and these will be useful to prepare for our brief Zoom discussions or responses you send to me or each other. But consider more creative responses: These, too, may be … Continue reading
https://wapoetlaureate.org/ Become familiar with the work Claudia Castro Luna has been doing. Read her thoughts. See her Washington State map.
Read about her in Wikipedia article and beyond. There is at least one collection of her stories available in English: Nona’s Room. If you are enchanted by Woman in Green, take a look.
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.Watch YouTube lecture “Analysis of a Short Story.”https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5uR3zW_6vx0 This is about 11 minutes long. You may want to take notes. This lecture will give you a framework for reading and responding to the stories you will read. .Literary Elements.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uy5LU_3gUs4 Very … Continue reading
Enjoying short fiction: study and writing practice LLyn De Danaan, facilitator Enjoy reading fiction? Like lively conversations? Love writing? We will read and discuss one or two short stories/or listen to spoken word fiction /each week. Most … Continue reading
A wall is not a fence A fence is not a wall. A wall keeps feared things hidden. It is tallAnd solidAnd allowsno lightTo pass A fence is a suggestion. Heed or not. A wire or two, Some … Continue reading
Going to Seed I’ve let the dandelions grow, and there are plenty. No more than buttercups, nor more than peonies. The lavender has jumped untended borders. I do not care. I’ve given up on order. Still, bees and butterflies don’t … Continue reading
Borrego A boney bunch they are, Toe-tipping, teetering, and wary, toddling over slender self-made paths. Horned-selves parading high above the dappled desert floor, above the stalagmitic honey-caves adorned with combs the size of boars and sticky-drip-traps. Above, they tramp. Above … Continue reading