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upcoming events

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Apr 27 2019
Writing in the Pines Workshop

Sick of the winter season? Join us this spring in the heart of the New Jersey Pinelands to leave behind the distractions of your busy lives and make creative breakthroughs alongside an engaging community. Enjoy immersive workshops for writers of all levels and genres, craft discussion, writing prompts, writing time, sharing and inspiration. Learn more: www.stockton.edu/murphywriting

9:00am
101 Vera King Farris Drive
08205 Galloway, New Jersey

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poems

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Upon their arrival in America, more than twelve million immigrants were processed through the Ellis Island Immigration Center. Those who had traveled in second or third class were immediately given a thirty-second health inspection to determine if they were fit to enter their new country. A chalk

poem

I sit by the window and watch a great mythological bird go down in flames. In fact, it’s a kite the neighborhood troublemaker has set on fire. Twenty-one and still living at home, deciding when to cut through a screen and chop us into little pieces. “He wouldn’t hurt a fly,” his mother would say, as they packed our

poem
It's the fern beyond the wind, the classic
Eruptions.  Night is a funnel that is overcome.
Violence of signs beyond the pale. Stasis
Has its own way, the hard work, the violence. 
Convalesce, convalesce in the green green
World, in which you could hardly walk,
But that was before, before life set its rhythms
In