Celebrating Living Poets: Sandra Cisneros

It’s the 4th day of the 19th Annual Slice of Life Challenge at Two Writing Teachers’ website, and I love starting my day with posts shared by writers across the globe who offer a glimpse into their daily lives. This month, I’m featuring a living poet each day and creating a Cento poem from the poems in their collections. You can read more about Cento poetry here. Today, I’m featuring Sandra Cisneros as an author I have long admired for her short stories. She’s also a poet! You can read more about Sandra Cisneros at her website. Here writing themes offer a glimpse of her cultural heritage. Im using Woman Without Shame to inspire a cento.

I’m adding an additional step-by-step photo process to my post today, since a couple of readers reached out wanting to know more about my process for writing Cento poems – and teaching students to write them. I’ll share in photos why even the most reluctant writer in your class might catch a case of poetry fever – without ever lifting a pencil.

Start with a favorite poetry book – or a stack of them.. Today, I used this one.

Next, gather some blank tongue depressors and a variety of Sharpie markers.

At this point, it’s not too late to turn back. This kind of poetry is highly contagious, and once it settles into your soul, you can’t escape.

But now that you have come this far, begin choosing favorite or random lines of poetry and writing the line on one side of the tongue depressor and the title of the poem and the poet’s name on the other.

Once you have a bank of lines, arrange them and rearrange them until you find the sweet spot of the poem the way you like it. Moving the sticks around, you’ll see how just one move changes everything – like a game of chess. But once you have it, you’ll know. At that point, add a title. In the illustration above, I titled mine “Security Deposit.”

Take a photo of the lines, and then – – very important – – flip them in order from top to bottom so that the poet is credited and the line order is preserved by poem title. Take a photo of the back, too, emphasizing to students that this credits the original poet.

If you don’t have tongue depressors, you can use strips of paper or cardstock. Or just write it out, like this:

Security Deposit

It takes growing older

To prove love is ever

wanting in

For Rent.

My Cento is taken from lines in these poems, in this order: Back Then or Even Now; Te A-; Note, La Casa Mag de lena, Lamy, New Mex; Sky Without a Hat.

Once the contagion has set in, you’ll soon have baskets and baskets of poetry lines. You may even decide to put magnets on the backs of them so students can use cookie sheets or magnetic boards as pop-up poetry stations. You might even find that you create collections to organize by theme of units or poets of a particular era. The possibilities are endless. Don’t be surprised if students themselves start checking out poetry books and asking to add lines to the bank of sticks. You may want to keep a healthy stock of supplies – because this will grow and grow and grow until you have a Poetry Wonderland of lines growing like kudzu vines!

Students will beg you to let them write poetry, and you can create a community Padlet for them to upload their poems by scanning a QR code to upload pictures of their poems in sticks.

They will do this because they are now poets who can’t wait to share their creations.

A sneak peek of the poets featured the first ten days of March

Day 13 of #VerseLove2024 with Barb Edler at www.ethicalela.com: The Poetry Fox

The Poetry Fox in 1828 Coffee Company in Zebulon, Georgia

Barb Edler of Iowa is our host today for the 13th day of #VerseLove2024, inspiring us to use a brain dump process to craft a poem. You can read her full prompt and the poems and comments of others here.

My role as the District Literacy Specialist for Pike County Schools in Georgia involves utilizing grant funds to create Literacy events to ignite reading and writing passion in our schools and throughout our community. When my soul sister Fran Haley of North Carolina posted about The Poetry Fox visiting her school years ago, I tucked that thought away as a dream to bring him from her school event in Zebulon, North Carolina to our coffee shop in Zebulon, Georgia to work his magic, sitting at his table in a fox suit, pounding out poems on his vintage typewriter for folks who stand in line to offer him their word.

He made that 7 hour trip this week from his home in Durham, NC and produced nearly 60 poems between 3:00 and 6:15, delighting people of all ages and from all walks of life – funeral directors who gave the words tears and gravestones, a pilot who offered the word sky, children who offered all sorts of words from monster truck to axolotl, teenagers who brought the words hooligan and baseball, and a librarian who brought the word library – and so many more! I’ve included the list of words in a photo at the bottom of this post. My words were royal fortress meadow since my name, Kimberly, means from the royal fortress meadow.

After three hours of writing poems, he packed up his fox suit and walked down to the barbecue restaurant on our town square and had a barbecue sandwich, baked beans, and banana pudding with me. When we returned at 7:00, he shared a delightful hour telling us about who he is, what he does, and how he came to do it. Beyond watching him work, there is as much amazement in the person of Chris Vitiello as there is the jaw-dropping magic of….

The Poetry Fox!

I. The Suit

there must have been

some magic in that old

fox suit they found

for when he placed it

on his head

keys began to dance around

to swirl up typewriter dust

conjuring the memories

reaching deep for connections

once forgotten, resurrected now

in the deep recesses of minds

and souls

the piercings of heartstrings by

moments of life

summoning past

awakening present

cultivating future

pounded out with two fingers

often superglued for

tenderness support

a suit ~

left behind, abandoned, forgotten

given as a gift by a

friend who knew the quirky depths

of brilliance in THE one who would

wear it best

II. The Roots

because as a kid

he read newspapers

enjoyed the flapping of paper

and the words they held, and

this future fox word volleyed

(forget board games – he played word games)

with friends

to build schema

set egg timers and each wrote 5 poems

all about one word

that had to be different from any other

with his knees against a heater

where his desk sat

the heat rising as the breath

of a boy who would someday

write to the tune of sweat

in a toasty fox costume

III. The Pursuit

and every day live out

his dream of writing

his love of meaning

his incessant hunger

for the exchange of words

for the gift of poetry

this soul-spark of wonder

when words touch places

long ignored

and breath catches

and tears well and spill

and loved ones lost return, smiling

between the lines

and children laugh

because the clever fox

explains in all logic

through poetry

that people don’t

make monster trucks ~

monsters do

and people aren’t the

only ones who write poems

foxes do, too

A group stands watching The Poetry Fox work his magic
I said, “Royal Fortress Meadow,” and this is my poem on the meaning of my name
A poem about monster trucks
The word list The Poetry Fox keeps – for all the words folks give him at his events