Looking for a way to channel your inner Jack Kerouac? Or maybe you just feel like having a few drinks and people-watching in a café. Either way – this post is for you.
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An Outlet Of One’s Own
Looking for that perfect place to pen your poem or story? What authors should look for in a coffee shop … apologies to Virginia Woolf for the title.
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It’s Sunday. Time to jam.
Continue reading“Bootstraps” a Finalist in Glimmer Train Fiction Contest
Slowly but surely, the writing gig is starting to bear fruit.
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“I made my way quietly out back and sat in Helga’s whitewashed porch swing, listening to the first faint sounds of big band music drift out of Helga’s open windows and into the cooling summer air. The darkness was moving in slow from the east, interrupted by the sparse waltz of the increasingly emboldened fireflies. The urgency with which they flared up stood in stark contrast to their measured fade back to black, like lit matchsticks being tossed in slow motion out into the purpling horizon, burning slowly down to dust.”
Continue readingI Remember Me
“Our oscillation between / extremes leaves / scattershot footprints …”
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