As part of my graduate program I have to take a seminar on Non Fiction. Me, the fiction writer. It’s a week long class and today was the first day. Our first assignment was to write a letter to someone we’ve been meaning to contact. I opted to write a letter to a friend of mine who passed away recently. I blogged about her here. Not the funnest of letters to write, let me tell you.
We then moved on to writing a poem about where we ‘Are From.’ A poem? Really? This just keeps getting worse! But everyone else was plugging away, so I had to as well.
Here’s one stanza came up with that doesn’t make me want to punch myself: bearing in mind I am neither a poet or a non-fiction writer.
I am from gussied-up trailer-trash