My Experience At The Sewanee Young Writers’ Conference

Hello everyone!

Today I’m going to be talking about the amazing experience I had attending the virtual Sewanee Young Writers’ Conference. Although I’m disappointed I did not get to experience the conference and meet all the lovely faculty and writers in person, I am so thankful to have been a part of it virtually and I still grew a ton as a result. If you can’t already tell, this is going to be somewhat of a gushing post. Keep on reading if you want to find out more about the conference!

For reference, I was in a poetry workshop. Each workshop group had seven young writers and a faculty member, and we were in those individual groups for a few hours a day (the bulk of the workshop). We had joint classes with the other poetry workshops a couple times, and there were activities with all workshop groups such as optional evening classes on more niche topics (love poems, found forms, etc).

I had never workshopped a piece before, so going through the workshop process with my group was really helpful and interesting. We each workshopped a poem that we read in front of the whole conference on the last day, and I felt so empowered throughout the whole process.

Daily workshops consisted of reading poems and essays and discussing them in our groups, with a writing prompt to complete during our lunch break. Similarly, we’d have short homework assignments that were usually just revising our work and/or reading a couple short pieces and annotating them. The selection of authors and works that we read were diverse and really, really amazing in my opinion. I definitely fell in love with a few new writers.

At first I was intimidated by the talent of the other people in the workshop and my group, but as I got more comfortable I realized we were all there to learn and grow. Everyone had their strengths and the things they wanted to work on in the workshop, and it was awesome to see my work grow as well as everyone else’s in such a short period of time.

Even though it’s tough to get to know strangers across the country over Zoom, I feel like we did a pretty good job in connecting. I guess sharing pieces of writing about the most vulnerable parts of yourself and your life will do the trick for that. 🙂 I loved my group. And after listening to everyone at the end-of-conference reading, I knew for sure that these were some of the most talented people I’ve ever met. They’re definitely on track to do big things!

I’m so thankful to have had the opportunity to attend a workshop like this and work on my writing on a more serious level. It opened me up to different types of writing and exploring different themes in my work, digging deep within myself. I had so much fun meeting new people and listening to their work, and discovering and reading works by writers I hadn’t been exposed to before.

I hope you enjoyed this little anecdote about my experience! Feel free to ask me any questions you may have– I know I didn’t go superrrr into detail about everything. I encourage you to apply next year, whether it ends up being virtual again or in person! Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Online Goodbyes – Poem by Me

I never got to see your faces in person; only the
little boxes on my laptop screen. I paid attention

to your backgrounds; the different colors of everyone's
walls, dressers or stacks of books behind you. 

Why does it feel like I'm letting something so real go,
when it never existed face-to-face? If only we got

to go to the mountains, see the sunset, watch the
fireworks together-- all in a place I've never been.

Maybe next time. But for now, it's time to log off.

This is a short poem regarding my writing workshop being online instead of in-person this summer. I already miss it. A post detailing my experience will most likely be up next week, in case anyone’s interested. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

A Lonely Dance – Poem by Me

Will you all crank the music up and dance with me,
like we're not supposed to be six feet apart?

To listen to music from summers of years past,
when we were younger and worries barely crossed

our minds. Ignorance is not bliss, but let's pretend it
is for just this once. Pretend we don't know the things

we do, that we aren't growing up? And I know we 
didn't get the normal dance, under the tacky strobe

light in the gym with all our friends laughing and
bumping into each other, sweat dripping down our

backs, blisters forming on our feet even though we
switched our heels for sneakers after pictures. Let's

pretend there will be more dances, and they'll happen
soon. Let's pretend we don't know about the things

we don't want to, and that we do know everything will
be okay soon.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I’ve been in a nostalgic mood lately– with it being summer and all, I normally love listening to throwback songs. Pair that with my writing workshop ending, missing my friends… you get poems like this! Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

California Summer – Poem by Me

Come visit me for the summer, and see what
the California heat's all about. I'll tell you I don't
understand it myself; I consider myself an observer.
Growing up here isn't really a choice (just like

anywhere else) even if some people would choose
it again. I, too, dream of beaches and cities, but I
don't visit them. I'd rather pretend I'm a tourist
like everyone else and contemplate what's out there.

I dream of something different. Maybe you will too. 

I hope you enjoyed this poem! It goes with the poem I posted yesterday– my views on my home are definitely not glowing, but I definitely can see the appeal for people who’ve never visited, and I understand that lots of people love it. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Stargazing – Poem by Me

we look up at the stars, like any other Friday night
something feels different- maybe it's the dizziness from
being up so high from this lookout point, maybe it's the 
dazzling lights of the city down below. who thought

our suburban town shined so brightly in the nighttime
hours. you don't speak, and neither do i. we might as 
well be strangers, just looking at the sky and letting
life happen to us, two separate narrative unfolding right

here, by the beat-up dirt path and your beat-up car while
we wear beat-up clothes and beat ourselves up in our
heads about how things just aren't the same anymore
and we don't know what we did to ruin them or more 

importantly, how to fix them

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I really want to go stargazing at a lookout point sometime this summer; I know there’s probably tons of them in southern California where I live, but I’ve actually never been to one. Please feel free to share feedback or writing challenges in the comments of this post. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

A Not-So-Superficial Change – Poem by Me

her hair tickled her shoulder, sharp
and blunt-cut like stray pieces of 
dewy grass mowed down on a Sunday
morning. it brought seriousness to her

baby face, the apple-round chin becoming
triangular with a second glance. she
felt bold, ready to walk through hot coals
and prove her newfound power, wield

it like a sword. 

I hope you enjoyed this super short piece! I wrote a couple short little scenes and used them for inspiration for the last few (short) poems on here– if you prefer longer poems, don’t worry! I’ll have some posted soon. Please feel free to share feedback or writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Wandering in the Park – Poem by Me

a cold park bench in the dead heat of July;
a rarity yet i wish there was someone beside

me to bring warmth back into my body
it's lonelier to be lonely in the summer

i feel like a china doll collecting dust as i sit
waiting for something that's not coming

so i walk around, take the long path by the
thick dewy grass that hasn't been mowed in 

weeks, and listen to your voice calling me 
in my mind

This was a super short piece, but I hope you still enjoyed it! I honestly stopped going to the park by myself since it’s a lot nicer to walk around with friends and family… I know it’s completely acceptable to go places by yourself, but quarantine loneliness is getting to me. Please let me know if you have any feedback on this piece or writing challenges you’d like me to share. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Poems I’ve Read Recently That You Should Too

Hello everyone!

Today I’m going to be sharing some poems I’ve recently read and enjoyed. All of them are works I’ve discussed in my writing workshop last week, since that’s what I’ve been doing this entire week. It’s been an amazing experience and you can definitely expect a whole separate post on that sometime soon. If you’re interested in reading some awesome poems and possibly discovering new poets, keep on reading!

I hope you’re inspired to check out some of these poems! It’s been such an amazing experience to take part in a writing workshop and get exposed to so many different authors and types of poetry. Please let me know if you have any favorite poets or poems you think I should check out. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

On An Island – Poem by Me

a couple years ago, i was far away from home
the ocean was my view as far as i could see

and i couldn't believe the greenery around me
i didn't appreciate or realize how easy it was

to fall into the island lifestyle, island time
until i returned. but those weeks and how much i

enjoyed them are my little secret. a motion picture
in my mind to play and remind myself

of the island life i could have, and the island life
i might live permanently one day.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! It was based off my trip to Hawaii I took two years ago. Of course, it makes sense that I’m longing for beaches and vacation time since I know I won’t be able to travel for a long time. I’m not a huge traveler and no one in my family is either, but I cherish the opportunities I’ve had to see new places. Please share any feedback or writing challenges you’d like me to consider! Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Kaleidoscope – Poem by Me

i am surrounded by color but i feel
so grey. what you can see when you

care to look is mesmerizing, so i continue
to be an observer through this lens

and try to wash myself with the vibrant
hues of what i see. i want to swim

in rainbow rivers, travel to places that
don't exist outside of my mind. 

when i see the colors, i can imagine
it all being real

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I kind of got inspired by myself– that sounds so narcissistic– what I mean is a line from a piece I wrote in my writing workshop had the word “kaleidoscope” in it, and that gave me the idea to write this poem. It’s a fun one, as I love to write about color. Please share any feedback or writing challenges you may want me to consider trying out, and stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke