“If I didn’t write it down, it’s shhhhh”: On Writing Dementia.

“If I didn’t write it down, it’s shhhhh”: On Writing Dementia Edited by Susan M. Schultz   Table of Contents:   Introduction: Home (Un)founded Susan M Schultz Seven Poems by Barbara Moore Vincent (transcribed by her son, Stephen Vincent) “Frances” (from The Trebus Project) David Clegg and Susan M. Schultz, eds Interview with David Clegg of the Trebus Project Susan M. Schultz Poetry by Dr. … Continue reading “If I didn’t write it down, it’s shhhhh”: On Writing Dementia.

Poetry by Michael Snediker

  Philosopher’s Window for A.G.   Massachusetts Aschenbach, there is no dying, just   memory/                      its pursuit.   What we desired was/ remembering one’s desires   which were      remembering if only one   could just remember/ that sea   on which we look beyond its metaphor   or if/   there were some figure passing                metaphor—   not literal, not salt nor … Continue reading Poetry by Michael Snediker

Notebook 20, Pages 69-73: Poetry by Hank Lazer

from Notebooks N20P69   transcription:   who comes to mind      that is this place      that is this time that comes to mind      & thinking here      of thee i sing those on the horizon      feel the swell      & take it home   at each turning      turn & turn so it may be a returning for one i know      the horn the given instrument      of his singing … Continue reading Notebook 20, Pages 69-73: Poetry by Hank Lazer

Three Poems by Patricia Rose Straub

Anastrophe Homeward directly, I wish victim to the senses. Absent the smell of balsam fir. Wending its way through the canal, traffic three blocks away. The drum reverberates back lodging the city in my brain. Not mine, the cars. The city belongs to not me. When she asks my name my mother’s ear collects the sound rolls it slowly through the vestibule disclaims my reply. … Continue reading Three Poems by Patricia Rose Straub

Poetry by Goro Takano

Doggone     _____________________________________________________________ Born in the city of Hiroshima, Goro Takano is an assistant professor in the Faculty of Medicine at Saga University, where he teaches English and Japanese literature. He obtained his M.A. from the University of Tokyo (American Literature), and his Ph.D. from the University of Hawaii at Manoa (English/Creative Writing). His first novel, With One More Step Ahead, was published in … Continue reading Poetry by Goro Takano

Hollowing the Stalks

  Almost as soon as I arrive, we’re working on the rhubarb. Between grandpa’s front door and the road is a full-sized tennis court surrounded by about an acre of grass, flowerbeds, and garden. By the time I get there, the rhubarb is profligate, aggressively filling several long rows beyond the furthest corner of the tennis court. If you leave rhubarb too long it’ll bolt—the … Continue reading Hollowing the Stalks

Poetry by Dr. Frederick London and Gary Glazner

Created by Dr. Fred London and Gary Glazner the founder of the Alzheimer’s Poetry Project, on Thursday, December 1st, 2011. By asking Fred a series of questions exploring poetry through his senses we created this Ars Poetica. His answers form the lines of the poem and are in the order given with light editing. Before creating this poem we performed model poems using a “call … Continue reading Poetry by Dr. Frederick London and Gary Glazner

Interview with David Clegg of the Trebus Project

Please say something about how you got involved with The Trebus project and how this work relates to your earlier life as a sculptor. The Trebus Project grew directly out of the work I was already doing as a sculptor. The Trebus Project is just a name I gave to the work I do as an artist. Sometimes it involves commissioning or collaborating with other … Continue reading Interview with David Clegg of the Trebus Project

Home (Un)founded: Introduction

Editorial Statement for “If I didn’t write it down, it’s shhhhh”: On Writing Dementia By Susan M. Schultz   Homeward directly, I wish –Patricia Rose Straub, “Anastrophe” This notion that home can operate as a foundation of identity allows that identity (since we seem to need it) might function as some kind of “soul,” part of the baggage we can’t leave (behind, or somewhere else) … Continue reading Home (Un)founded: Introduction

Seven Poems by Barbara Moore Vincent

In Her 91st Year, Transcribed by her son, Stephen Vincent   January   January will open the horrible threat. February will break off a few of the wicked. March the winds will blow and frighten everybody. April will break my heart. May will come whisking through. June is hard to decipher. July will never stop to say hello. August is jolly and happy for people … Continue reading Seven Poems by Barbara Moore Vincent