Creative Nonfiction

Tuesday April 19 2016

Voices of the Last Generation

This is a remix/remediation project I created for my Writing and Editing in Print and Online (ENC3416) course at Florida State University. The goal is to showcase the significance of Holocaust education through photos stamped with original free-verse poetry, inspired by real letters written by middle schoolers in response to my grandmother's testimony of Auschwitz. This is a remix/remediation project I created for my Writing and Editing in Print and Online (ENC3416) course at Florida State Univ…
This is a remix/remediation project I created for my Writing and Editing in Print and Online (ENC3416) course at Florida State University. The goal is to showcase the significance of Holocaust education through photos stamped with original free-verse poetry, inspired by real letters written by middle schoolers in response to my grandmother's testimony of Auschwitz. This is a remix/remediation project I created for my Writing and Editing in Print and Online (ENC3416) course at Florida State University. "Voices of the Last Generation" is a remediation of my grandmother Irene Zisblatt's memoir entitled The Fifth Diamond. It remixes real letters sent to her from middle school students through a time span of nearly a decade, thanking her for visiting their schools and expressing to her the impact she has had on them. After mixing together phrases from different l…

Friday March 11 2016

excerpts from linda, part three

underneath the white sheets there lives: a floorless house remnants of exploded stardust a dog’s favorite tennis ball cut up scripts that once fell from someone’s mouth broken kite string strands of gold woven into the bristles of a hairbrush and i could not see where she left off and i began or where i left off and she began everything else was a blessing and is that not a poem? this, i’m certain, will always be so - what keeps the city awake? Wh…
underneath the white sheets there lives: a floorless house remnants of exploded stardust a dog’s favorite tennis ball cut up scripts that once fell from someone’s mouth broken kite string strands of gold woven into the bristles of a hairbrush and i could not see where she left off and i began or where i left off and she began everything else was a blessing and is that not a poem? this, i’m certain, will always be so - what keeps the city awake? Whatever noise a giraffe makes - been with too many girls who play guitar never been with a girl who is one with a fragile neck that begs my fingers to knead them pressing like dough that’ll never rise and frets divided into quadrants, each a reason she’s cried tears that sound like rain hitting a tin roof and her nylon strings touched by the small ha…

Monday February 29 2016

excerpts from linda, part two

you hide your tattoo underneath your shirt sleeve as i hide our holding hands underneath the table my mother insists that you eat her leftover tuna “it’s her favorite!” i was really hungry but honestly, i couldn’t eat rice from the pineapple because it looked too pretty to fuck up in the same way your lips compliment your cheekbones too nicely for me to kiss them, sometimes i am drinking my sister’s watermelon japanese tea from the glass bottle very much wanting…
you hide your tattoo underneath your shirt sleeve as i hide our holding hands underneath the table my mother insists that you eat her leftover tuna “it’s her favorite!” i was really hungry but honestly, i couldn’t eat rice from the pineapple because it looked too pretty to fuck up in the same way your lips compliment your cheekbones too nicely for me to kiss them, sometimes i am drinking my sister’s watermelon japanese tea from the glass bottle very much wanting to steal it for myself very much wanting to bend florida’s panhandle with my dainty doll-like hands as if to close off all of the distance between us and create a small pond for us to send off japanese glass bottles filled to the top with “be sweet to me” moments and stupid declarations and after i make this state look like more a tea cup’s handle tha…

Monday February 1 2016

excerpts from linda, part one

“I want you to know that I didn’t hook up with anybody in Orlando” - our coffee date lasted 18 extra hours you left your socks on my floor and your towel on my shower rack leave pieces of yourself here always - be sweet to me you say be sweet to me do you want to know what happened the last time I was sweet to someone? - the freckle on my back above my pants line is the north star my spine is like a compass when it arches beneath…
“I want you to know that I didn’t hook up with anybody in Orlando” - our coffee date lasted 18 extra hours you left your socks on my floor and your towel on my shower rack leave pieces of yourself here always - be sweet to me you say be sweet to me do you want to know what happened the last time I was sweet to someone? - the freckle on my back above my pants line is the north star my spine is like a compass when it arches beneath and your hair is very much all the colors of an African plain the way your eyes move in such a way when you feel anything at all like a wave from each of the seven seas meeting in the middle the beds of my finger nails are sp lit in ha lf like Japanese chopsticks right down the middle - your voice is like florida thunder when you try to…

Saturday July 18 2015

summers

*Written in October 2014 for CCC Nonfiction Workshop course.* I. I am climbing a tree and it’s blooming with the type of flowers that I do not know the name of. They are pastel pink and have petals lined with what seems like silver colored stardust. I have the flu and can’t smell them, but I imagine they smell like most flowers do. My jeans are ripped at the knees from climbing. A few branches above my head, I notice a single flower that has not bloomed yet. When it does, I wonder if it w…
*Written in October 2014 for CCC Nonfiction Workshop course.* I. I am climbing a tree and it’s blooming with the type of flowers that I do not know the name of. They are pastel pink and have petals lined with what seems like silver colored stardust. I have the flu and can’t smell them, but I imagine they smell like most flowers do. My jeans are ripped at the knees from climbing. A few branches above my head, I notice a single flower that has not bloomed yet. When it does, I wonder if it will look like the others. II. I am kayaking down a river in Georgia. It is my first year at summer camp and I’m happy because today is “grilled cheese for lunch” day. I know how to paddle better than the girl in front does, but I let her think that she is the one steering the boat towards the cabin. Her hair is the kind of auburn that lights up when the sun hits it a…

Wednesday January 28 2015

left cheek

If I can seduce you2 with anything, It’s my Walmart night gown collection. - Drove through your2 town With mumford and songs playing Windows down Everything was green- even you2 - Spotlights blink like fireflies do - This is like that one Halloween: My sister and I walked home from the bar And a drunk man slapped my ass so hard That I had a red handprint On my left cheek for …
If I can seduce you2 with anything, It’s my Walmart night gown collection. - Drove through your2 town With mumford and songs playing Windows down Everything was green- even you2 - Spotlights blink like fireflies do - This is like that one Halloween: My sister and I walked home from the bar And a drunk man slapped my ass so hard That I had a red handprint On my left cheek for two days And when I tell people that story They always laugh But to be perfectly honest, You should be careful when touching My left ass cheek because I still get real freaked out for some reason - We’re talking one adjec…

Sunday January 11 2015

disco party

The sun’s rays will turn to arrows and strike the house cat - Do you1 want a key to my place? - It’s disco themed and you1 said I don’t have any disco clothes but if I were you1 I’d go to the mall just to fit in - When birds can use feathers for their own pillows Every seashell will have holes perfect for necklace making - If I have bags under my eyes tomorrow, I’m going …
The sun’s rays will turn to arrows and strike the house cat - Do you1 want a key to my place? - It’s disco themed and you1 said I don’t have any disco clothes but if I were you1 I’d go to the mall just to fit in - When birds can use feathers for their own pillows Every seashell will have holes perfect for necklace making - If I have bags under my eyes tomorrow, I’m going to be really pissed. - Shen/a is a fire-breathing dragon Smoking looks really good On her - I always liked that about you1 They said “disco party” and you1 said “fuck that.” - What is electricity? The wrinkles of two palms melting in prayer - elephants connect trunk to …

Wednesday December 3 2014

words with friends

Things I learned in art school: If you try to make words sound pretty all the time, they never will - Aside from the mermaids Beluga whales are swimming here Carefully whispering sea songs Dating back to the time of the Vikings - 2. Everyone hates literature that has to TRY so hard - A hawk’s wing is the same size as: a paper towel roll, three corndogs lined up horizontally, a stoplight, an airplane window. - 3. Don’t you ever put the word “sunflow…
Things I learned in art school: If you try to make words sound pretty all the time, they never will - Aside from the mermaids Beluga whales are swimming here Carefully whispering sea songs Dating back to the time of the Vikings - 2. Everyone hates literature that has to TRY so hard - A hawk’s wing is the same size as: a paper towel roll, three corndogs lined up horizontally, a stoplight, an airplane window. - 3. Don’t you ever put the word “sunflower” next to “beautiful” - Quarters settle in can of a beggar Resting outside of a 7-11 very far away from the Sea and the islands Trampolines with broken springs Unscrew and fall right over - 4. If you try to make words sound ugly all the time, they never will - There’s something so goddamn awkward About trebleclefs I swear - 5. Do…

Wednesday October 15 2014

On the Butterfly in Auschwitz

*Excerpt from Creative NonFiction Workshop class piece entitled On the Butterfly in Auschwitz. *For Ariella, who comforted me within the Auschwitz gas chamber. For making this journey with me. For being my person. *For my grandmother, a survivor, who speaks of the spirits of butterflies. *For every member of the delegation who saw the scratches and heard the cries. *For every prisoner who entered and never left. *Excerpt from Creative NonFiction Workshop class piece entitled On the…
*Excerpt from Creative NonFiction Workshop class piece entitled On the Butterfly in Auschwitz. *For Ariella, who comforted me within the Auschwitz gas chamber. For making this journey with me. For being my person. *For my grandmother, a survivor, who speaks of the spirits of butterflies. *For every member of the delegation who saw the scratches and heard the cries. *For every prisoner who entered and never left. *Excerpt from Creative NonFiction Workshop class piece entitled On the Butterfly in Auschwitz. *For Ariella, for making this journey with me. For comforting me within the gas chamber. For holding me beside the ashes. For our silence by the train tracks. For being my person. *For my grandmother, a survivor, who speaks of the spirits of butterflies. *For every member of the delegation who saw the scratches and heard the cries. *Fo…

Tuesday October 14 2014

i am (Imitation Piece)

*Inspired by Lisa Jarnot’s Sea Lyrics. Written for Foundations of Creative Writing class at CCC. *I am I am I have I have been a long time. I. I am vacuuming popcorn kernels from the carpet in the kitchen, I am waiting for the sun to set so I can watch the day die, I am a seal balancing his ball on his nose for other’s amusement, I am the gathering paintings of Jesus at Goodwill to be used for decoration, I am skipping down Clark Street, I am waiting for a bird to fly into my window, …
*Inspired by Lisa Jarnot’s Sea Lyrics. Written for Foundations of Creative Writing class at CCC. *I am I am I have I have been a long time. I. I am vacuuming popcorn kernels from the carpet in the kitchen, I am waiting for the sun to set so I can watch the day die, I am a seal balancing his ball on his nose for other’s amusement, I am the gathering paintings of Jesus at Goodwill to be used for decoration, I am skipping down Clark Street, I am waiting for a bird to fly into my window, I am a Taurus who wants so badly to be a Gemini, I am catching a plane to Milan. *Inspired by Lisa Jarnot’s Sea Lyrics. Written for Foundations of Creative Writing class at CCC. *I am I am I have I have been a long time. I. I am vacuuming popcorn kernels from the carpet in the kitchen, I am waiting for the sun to set so I can watch the day die, I am a seal balanc…