Tracy Fuad at Johannes-Kepler-Gymnasium Chemnitz
Tracy Fuad taught a digital workshop at the Johannes-Keppler-Gymnasium Chemnitz in January 2022.
The two-day course built on each other. In the first workshop, the poet gave insights into her everyday life as a writer and her approach to writing poetry. At the end of the course, Fuad set the task for the students to write their own poems according to her method. In the second course, the texts were evaluated together.
Tracy Fuad’s debut collection, about:blank, was named as a finalist for the National Poetry Series and chosen by Claudia Rankine as the winner of the Donald Hall Prize and was published in 2021 by University of Pittsburgh Press.
Her work has appeared in POETRY, the Best New Poets Anthology, The New Republic, and elsewhere. She is a graduate of the Rutgers-Newark MFA program and has received support for her writing from Hedgebrook, The Barbara Deming Fund for Women, Squaw Valley Community of Writers, the Vermont Studio Center, and the Provincetown Fine Arts Work Center, where she is a 2021-22 Poetry Fellow. She currently lives in Berlin, where she teaches at the Berlin Writers Workshop (and also offers manuscript consultation).
Jennifer Lea Ritter
Memory of a concert
We are, we are, we are
Young & wild & free
Your worries, worries without an answer
Don’t fall into them and stay in them
Nowadays my worries are starting to pile up > read more
Hard Rock Cafe > read more
Music is like magic, there's a certain feelin' you get > read more
Phuong Linh Nguyen
A visual poem written during the workshop with Tracy Fuad in January 2022. To view click on > read more
It’s 6 AM,
the alarm beeps.
I turn around and shout out geez. > read more
Quoc Trung Hoang
Another day begins
Another morning passes > read more
3 nights in the city of art,
Falling asleep to the sound of the daylight > read more
You are at the top of my lungs
I am going crazy
Sitting there just by myself
Looking in the sky
wondering > read more
Getting ready, leaving home,
walk through the night, cold to the bone.
Feeling alone but then seeing a light,
far away in the rainy dark night. > read more
This poem was written at the workshop with Tracy Fuad in January 2022. > read more