It has been a while since I last posted. In the meantime, I have had some poetry and prose accepted for publication and I can share some of those links here.
At the moment, I find myself in transition. I am working with students both independently and at an independent school but I have elected to focus my writing on fictional and poetic pieces. This is why I have not been posting about education. I have been doing a lot of thinking about classroom democracy and whether the use of the Socratic Method fulfills the democratic ends that, as an educator, I would like to foster in my work. More on that later.
In the meantime, here are some links to a few creative pieces that have appeared since August with more to come as some additional work of mine (poetry, prose, photography) is set to appear in the coming weeks. Thank you for reading.
People of Earth
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See page 12-13:
My flash story, “The chicory kid” is up at Every Writer and will be appearing this fall. I am very grateful. https://www.everywritersresource.com/the-chicory-kid/
My short fiction piece “Hopper” is now available in The Blue Nib no. 38. You can read it here: https://thebluenib.com/article/hopper-by-jeremy-nathan-marks/
“U.S.A. is the slick of a continent. U.S.A. is a group of holding companies, some aggregations of trade unions, a set of laws bound in calf, radio network, a chain of moving picture theatres, a column of stockquotations rubbed out and written in by a Western Union boy on a blackboard, a publiclibrary full of old newspapers and dogeared historybooks with protests scrawled on the margins in pencil, U.S.A. is the world’s greatest rivervalley fringed with mountains and hills. U.S.A. is a set of bigmouthed officials with too many bankaccounts. U.S.A. is a lot of men buried in their uniforms in Arlington Cemetery. U.S.A. is the letters at the end of an address when you are away from home. But mostly U.S.A. is the speech of the people.” -John Dos Passos, preface to U.S.A.
I am reading The Border Trilogy by Cormac McCarthy. Those books pulse with the tremor of life. I don’t think literature can achieve anything greater than that.