Gaby Calvocoressi Poetry Workshop= life altering

I took a poetry class from Gaby Calvocoressi and it absolutely blew my mind. Other than being an incredible poet, she's a phenomenal teacher. She's quirky and precious and talks about playlists and music and how she likes to write on big pieces of butcher paper, which she made us do. She asked us to think about the most difficult topic to write about for each of us personally and then to draw the image that comes to mind when we think about it. Then focus on a specific element, describe it, and then write something. This is in no specific form, like I said in the workshop it's just words put in an order. But it changed the way I go about writing.

The day that the sky feel through was supposedly a bright one. And while the exterior perimeter of her form reflected the image of the ironically ordinary, the surface area boiled. Later, as the water pounded on to the fresh open apologies it was as if the expulsion of physical matter could expel the one. The allergy to affection resulted in a resounding chorus of desperation, seeking the former penetrability. All the while ignoring the fact that a slew of new lesions made renewed entry next to impossible for anyone less than a martyr. An ordinary man is by no means a martyr, what with selfishness, defensiveness, despondency, and that thing they call desire. But what better is a woman? The stereotypical delicacy is indeed just that, a delicacy. The iron clad resolution required to endure pure adoration from another knows no gender. It know no bounds. It has no enemies. And with this stunning resolution that she was "contraire, car elle est juste" the seal was reinvented.