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Alison Schaumburg

Sculptor, Designer, Poet

Alison Schaumburg was born in Reno, Nevada and grew up in Southern California. A child of the 60's she attended UC Irvine and could be found playing hooky riding horses on the beach in Corona del Mar. Leaving crowded LA she taught fifth grade in Northern Arizona and backpacked throughout the southwest, almost drowning in a summer monsoon flash flood near the bottom of the Grand Canyon. After 7 years of teaching she returned to LA, attended UCLA, studied interior design and had her own business for 15 years. Now living in Santa Barbara with her husband,daughter,2 dogs, a cat, a turtle and a fish she can be found in her sculpture studio or playing hooky on their sailboat Fatuity.

Articles by Alison Schaumburg

Good Medicine March 27, 2011 (Alison Schaumburg) I am suffering from Anne Lowenkopf-student-envy. At first, I felt it was a disease with no cure. At her standing-room-only memorial service I listened to sweet memories from her husband, nieces and a dear friend who traveled all the way from London, grateful former students, a poem that brought tears to the poet, and a chant by the Vendanta nuns, all soul mates. (complete article...)

He Listens for Hungry Poems... August 5, 2007 (Alison Schaumburg) ... and we are at a feast of generous proportions. Paul Lobo Portuges' astounding The Body Electric Journal fulfills Whitman's prophesy that, "the strongest and sweetest songs yet remain to be sung." (Alison reviews Paul Lobo Portuges' latest.) (complete article...)

A Reverence for Baseball, the Bible, Buddha and Truth July 26, 2006 (Alison Schaumburg) Alison reviews an unusual collection of poems by Paul Lobo Portuges. (complete article...)

Need Information On Publishing? Do Your Homework! January 19, 2006 (Alison Schaumburg) Alison digs through the library and the Internet for information on getting published. There's a lot out there. This article puts it all in one place. (complete article...)

Chella, Oh Chella, Why'd You Make Us Wait so Long? August 28, 2005 (Alison Schaumburg) A cut with a dull knife. Like quiet, slow poison. A simple, powerful pain with, and without, reckoning. A smell of sunburned skin. Words sparse and clean as a wolf whistle. Chella Courington's Southern Girl Gone Wrong published by FootHills Publishing, New York, is a Chap Book worth waiting for as twenty years of "emotion recollected (not) in tranquility" steep in Ms. Courington's soul. (complete article...)

Wading Through Creative Media: One Writer Spreads Her Talents, or Gorilla Not In The Zoo June 12, 2005 (Alison Schaumburg) The gorilla has nothing to do with this piece except to dilute the all-about-me-ness. In college I had a summer job where across the street a young man wore a full gorilla suit to advertise for the Zoo Restaurant. Several times he crossed the busy highway and visited my tiny office. He never removed his mask. I never saw his face. It haunts me to this day. (complete article...)