Annie Mascorro received her B.A. in Latin American Studies with an emphasis on poetry from Pomona College, her M.F.A. in poetry from The University of Montana, and her B.S in nursing from Johns Hopkins University School of Nursing. Her poetry and essays have been published in Calyx, Epilepsy U.S.A., WorldView Magazine, Montana Public Radio’s Collegium Medicium, Sixfold, Ostrich Review, ZYZZYVA, and are forthcoming in The Squaw Valley Review and Pudding Magazine. She is the recipient of the 2007 Five Fingers Review poetry prize. She is currently pursuing her certification in poetry therapy through the National Federation for Biblio/Poetry Therapy. As a psychiatric nurse specializing in chemical dependency, Annie has given poetry workshops in hospitals and clinics in Baltimore, St. Vincent and the Grenadines, and San Diego. She has also lead non-clinical community poetry workshops at San Diego Writers Ink and Sierra College where she focuses on the writing process as a way to promote wellness. Annie finds joy in sharing the transformative power of poetry with writers of all levels. Her background as a poet, teacher, nurse, and student of poetry therapy helps create a supportive, nurturing, and energetic atmosphere in all of her workshops.
Long Days, Warm Nights; A poetry workshop inspired by summer
Saturday, July 30, 2016
12:30 pm-3:30 pm
General Gomez Arts and Events Center, Auburn, CA
Details and registration here.
This is the Moment: Poetry of the Here and Now
Wednesdays, June 15th - July 20th 2016
Sierra College Roseville Gateway Campus: 10:00 am-12:00 pm
Sierra College Nevada County Campus: 2:00 pm-4:00 pm
Cover painting by Lin Max
"All that glimmers"
by Randall Jarrell
What a girl called "the dailiness of life"
(Adding an errand to your errand. Saying,
"Since you're up . . ." Making you a means to
A means to a means to) is well water
Pumped from an old well at the bottom of the world.
The pump you pump the water from is rusty
And hard to move and absurd, a squirrel-wheel
A sick squirrel turns slowly, through the sunny
Inexorable hours. And yet sometimes
The wheel turns of its own weight, the rusty
Pump pumps over your sweating face the clear
Water, cold, so cold! you cup your hands
And gulp from them the dailiness of life.