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Archive of St. Thomas News Story on Dr. Esquiff, Spring 2006
Dr. Sophia Esquiff, director of UST’s Learning &Writing Center, has eight poems, “anyway, and others,” accepted by the Conference of College Teachers of English. She gave a presentation of her poems at their annual meeting March 2-4, in Corpus Christi.
"I like to use metaphors of all kinds in my poetry, including conceits and open metaphors with multiple meanings," said Esquiff. "I find poetry in ordinary life and in objects and things I notice around me. I was inspired to write the poem "anyway" when I lost my favorite pen.” She also had a poem "just copies," that appeared in the creative writing textbook, In a Field of Words, Prentice Hall 2003.
Esquiff has a master of arts in creative writing and poetry along with a writing specialization from Texas A&M University. She earned a Ph.D. in literature from the University of Houston, Central Campus.
Esquiff came to UST in 1997, and was hired full-time as director of the Learning & Writing Center in 1999. She teaches Advanced Writing, Writing in all Disciplines and Literature & Medicine at St. Thomas. |
Anyway
I lost my pen today
you know, the favorite one
the one that flows with my thoughts
that touches the page with a lightness of being
the one that never forgets my moods
that seems connected to my fingertips
I lost you today
then as I was looking
I came across another pen
similar pasts
but the lines don’t connect
they seem tighter
too much heaviness upon my moods
the ink seems dryer, almost chalk-like
but I still moved outside of my self
and let the writing find its voice
so my fingertips adjusted once again
but I lost you today
and even as I write
I think of you
how smoothly you were connected to me
how you knew my moods
how you knew why I say the things I say
how you just knew
so I continue to write
more conscious of the line, not the words
bridges upon bridges are formed
line upon line merging
not much to the sequence of my thoughts
just moments of self-consciousness
where I just let the pen try to find itself |
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