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MFA in Creative Writing & Poetics

January 15, 2013
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From Jeanne Heuving:
UW Bothell

UW Bothell

There are still a few weeks left to apply to the MFA in Creative Writing &
Poetics program at the University of Washington Bothell.

Our MFA is dedicated to helping each student develop their creative work through a course of study that encourages exploration. The curriculum pursues areas of inquiry, rather than genres, and engages cross-media and cross-art experimentation.

Core MFA faculty members include Amaranth Borsuk, Rebecca Brown, Sarah
Dowling, Jeanne Heuving, Ted Hiebert, and Joe what is misoprostol Milutis.  Please visit our
website for more information on our degree program and MFA faculty:
http://www.uwb.edu/mfa

Application due date is February 1.

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