| President | Laura Januschka | laura.januschka@mnsu.edu |
| Vice President | Mary Milbert | mary.milbert@mnsu.edu |
| Secretary | Hannah Ekren | hannah.ekren@mnsu.edu |
| Candace Black AH 212A, 389-2680 candace.black@mnsu.edu |
Matthew Sewell |
Candace Black is an associate professor in the Department of English. She teaches poetry and nonfiction classes in the creative writing program.
She loves to travel and recently visited Chile and Peru. Check out a slide show of three of poet Pablo Neruda's houses in Chile.
Matthew Sewell teaches American literature and film. He has been at MSU since 2004.
Year: Senior
Major: English Education
Minor: French
Sigma Tau Delta Member Since:
Fall 2008
Favorite Books:
- The Awakening
- The Time Traveler's Wife
- He's Just Not that into You
- The Giver
- The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
Favorite Authors:
- James Patterson
- Billy Collins
- Tim O'Brian
Writing Piece:
Memories….
I look out into the kitchen
And I see, taste, feel the past….
Clink Clank Clang
Red lights glowing
6 am
Shuffling Hustling Bustling
Moving effortlessly
In the groove of a routine
Sizzling Hissling Crackling
Warm cotton sheets beckon me to stay
As the crisp air stuns
Tip Toeing Timidly
I sneak to the stairs
And sit mesmerized
Lost in your natural rhythm
Never noticing me in awe
Catching glimpse of Grandma’s love
Creak Squeak Shreak
Announces my descent
Interrupting your breakfast ballet
Scuffling Rustling Stirrings
Distractions disrupting
Our grandma granddaughter time
Gathering around the table
Slinking onto the grandchildren’s bench
Sweet smells of morning surround
Moaning Groaning Grumbling
My stomach impatient
As Cream of Wheat cools
Smooth milky velvet
Swirls on my palate
Tastes forever treasured
The Sun is barely rising
But your smile shine’s through
Moments remain in my memory…
But most likely forgotten in yours
…6 am…silence
No clinking
No clanking
No clanging
Still
A shuffle A hustle A bustle
But it belongs to me
A Broken Ballet
Gone is the Sizzling
Gone is the Hissling
Gone is the Crackling
Rummaging Seeking Searching
Stickers label everything
Sadness strikes…Realization hits
You Scuffle You Rustle You Stir
Times have changed
But your warm heart remains
Silently sorry
A lonesome tea kettle sings
As I shake cornflakes into your bowl
The Sun has already risen
Still your smile shine’s through
Moments remain in my memory…
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