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ANNE-MARIE OOMEN, Award-winning Michigan author, writer, poet, Interlochen Arts Academy, Writing Workshops, Poet in Residence, Writer in Residence, Writing Residence

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On the Precipice: Pastels and Poems in conversation
“On the Precipice” pairs nine of Linda Alice Dewey’s lovely pastels with nine poems I wrote, inspire...
On Writing
On Words That Matter #3: Patricia Smith’s Blood Dazzler
"books by poets of color I most admire"...
Lake Love Letters Project
“Only Water” published in Seiche ways, limited edition chapbook for FLOW
This poem was written for a collection of ten poems collected from poets all over Michigan, celebrating water and publis...
Lake Love Letters Project
Water Gratitude, for “Water Studies”
Performed with Ari Mokdad and Elizabeth Schulman (choreographers) at Detroit Dance City Festival, August 2019. Water Gra...
On Writing
Words that Matter #2: Stepping Back into March by John Lewis
I urgently turn the page of March (book two) by the late congressman John Lewis (with co-writer Andrew Aydin and artist ...
On Writing
On Words That Matter #1: Ross Gay’s “catalogue of unabashed gratitude”
As a small gesture of what I can do in this time, I want to share a joyful book, yes a joyful book of poems that at the ...
Lake Love Letters Project
A Tree Poem: The Riddle
RIDDLE You can hear our voices in the wind but we are not the wind. We lean into the earth, always filtering what is lef...
Lake Love Letters Project
Pandemic Poems for Us All #7: Faults
Found Poem asking this: if we are truly quieter, what do we hear? Based on notes taken from an article by Robin George A...
On Life
Pandemic Poems for Us All #6
Super moon. Today, wifi went down a dozen times, a file wouldn’t load, and I burned the cookies. This poem address...
On Life
Pandemic Poem for Us All, #5: Something Rising
Now, even ordinary walks seem heightened, and what is a simple experience watching cranes becomes metaphorical for what ...
On Life
Pandemic Poems for Us All #1
Here’s a poem that comes out of this new experience. Just trying to reflect here the things we are feeling in this...
On Life
Pandemic Poems for Us All #4
This goes back a month. I thought this poem-thing was sortof depressing but now, with everything that’s happened s...
On Life
Pandemic Poems for Us All #3
Poems written in the moment, spurred by the immediacy of pandemic, and not much revised. Is it literature? Not yet! Well...
On Life
Pandemic Poems for Us All #2: Proximity
As promised, another poem-thing. That’s what poet William Stafford called his drafts. Again–not deeply revis...
On Life
50th Anniversary of The Lottery (the draft, not the short story!)
Fifty years ago this evening, December 1, 1969, I sat in a student lounge at Grand Valley State University and was witne...