Posts made in April, 2016

It’s nice to be in the Omaha World-Herald

It’s nice to be in the Omaha World-Herald

So being in the Omaha World-Herald is still a BIG deal.  The journal and David Martin were featured on April 25.  The link to the story by Lauren Brown-Hulme (it’s terrific) is right here — Get to Know: English teacher created a ‘safe place to be truly creative’ The article also mentions the upcoming summer camp, too.  Check it all out.  And as David Martin says, “write...

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Friday From the Journal: Words/Palabras by Cynthia Douglas-Ybrara

Friday From the Journal: Words/Palabras by Cynthia Douglas-Ybrara

Smart poetry today from the most recent edition of Fine Lines.  Poet Cynthia Douglas-Ybara ends her poem with this bit of truth — “Words can hurt, words can heal” The most online edition of the journal can be accessed by following this link. The poem follows below.  Click on the page to see it in a larger...

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Mondays with Martin: I Write; therefore, I Am

Mondays with Martin: I Write; therefore, I Am

This David Martin essay dates back to 1993.  The advice is as sound as ever. * * * A person with a good education is able to use the past to prepare visions of beauty for the future. When Picasso sat in front of a blank canvas, he did what all writers must do when they face the blank page. They must make something from nothing. Writers must see the world with the eyes of a child, the newness, the freshness, the miraculous, to improve the way we see life and ourselves, to make a poem out of each day, carpe diem. “Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old” (Franz Kafka). “Cogito, Ergo Sum” (Descartes). “I feel; therefore, I exist” (Thomas Jefferson). “I rebel; therefore, I am” (Albert Camus). “I ought; therefore, I can” (Kant). “I want; therefore, I am” (Tolstoy). “Sometimes I think, and sometimes I am” (Valery). “I doubt; therefore, I believe” (Fishwick). “I labor; therefore, I am a man” (Stimer). “It was woman who taught me to say I am; therefore, I think” (Shaw). “I party; therefore, I am” (Greg Gruber). With my apologies to Descartes and others, we probably identify our personal search for beauty in life more closely with one of the above thoughts, but we come together as fellow Dragon Slayers to affirm the validity of the interpretation of these attempts to find the meaning of our earthly existence. We, as a group, acknowledge in one another our own struggles with questions about what it means to be alive. A profound teacher of mine liked to say we all seek one person in life who we trust and one who will say, “I see you as you are. I hear you clearly, and I want to help you.” When we find that mentor, confidant, or lover, only then we will learn who we really are. Only when we change our life perspective from “I” to “We” will we put into action what it means to be who we really are. Sometimes, one must travel far to discover what is near. This lesson is taught in the wonderful children’s book The Treasure by Uri Schulevitz. In this old folktale, the main character, Isaac, has three dreams (prayers) where he goes from his little village to the capital city to see the King in search of his personal fortune. Finally, he begins his journey on foot because he is so poor. When he gets to the palace, the King is on vacation and won’t return for many days. The Captain of the...

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Throwback Thursday — “Words” by Christine Janak

Throwback Thursday — “Words” by Christine Janak

This post first ran on April 2, 2011.  National Poetry Month is an important thing on the calendar every year. * * * Welcome to National Poetry Month! Enjoy poems from Fine Lines and feel free to write and share your own! Words by Christine Janak A violent hurricane of words Shook the house. They seeped through the cracks in the ceiling And crawled under the doors. They slithered up the staircase And bled through the walls. Thousands of fire-red ants Seared pinholes into my flesh. Words were thrown Like crumpled tissues into a waste-bin. I sat on my bedroom floor With my knees crushed against my chest As truth gobbled me up like a Sunday...

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