No Voice of Her Own: A Cento Collection (Excerpt)

Because Because the story of our life becomes our life I expected full sentences drawn in thick dark ink; poetry; something evoked from childhood mythology. I’d wanted to retrofit theory to text to make sense of what it means to be alive in various stages of array and disarray. I’d wanted to see the limits […]

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Ramshackle Houses & Southern Parables (Excerpt)

Yesterdays We drive with the windows down Letting sticky August fingers tangle our hair. Ribbons of dust and gravel wave alongside Miles of spent cotton rows. Ramshackle houses, eyeless and idle, Stand guard over engine block boneyards. Rusted fenders and cinder blocks shade old dogs Sniffing out a familiar stench. We drive past bent neighbors, […]

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I Want: A List

I want to start taking photographs like this again, the featured image by Nitish Kadam who shares on Unsplash. The pretty yellow flowers featured on the generationkathy header were captured by my sister who is an awesome photographer. She does landscapes for pleasure and portraiture for business and pleasure. I have a Nikon that sits in […]

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You Could Just Tell Me, Really

Listening to so many podcasts featuring writers of every known genre that have traditionally published in the past fifty years, one would think it possible to encounter a writer willing to share the real horrors of querying agents. Oh sure, they all give some hint that it was time consuming or tough. Except for those […]

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The Witch Elm by Tana French and Do You Really Know Yourself At All

Truth is there’s darkness lurking. The unmeasured capacity for pain and shame, selflessness,  self-preservation, and great voids of unanswerable questions. Or, answers that might be better left alone. People are mysteries, even unto themselves. I’ve always marveled over that old phrase usually employed with a sheepish or dumbfounded tone: “I lost my temper”. Well, maybe the more truthful […]

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Good Cardio and Intuition

Yesterday as I went out to my car thunder rumbled in the distance. Just after steering onto the main road, about fifty yards or so away, what I saw coming toward me didn’t look like a wall of rain but a shiny curtain of silver pebbles falling from an almost sunny sky. Falling in such […]

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Reading In My Future Haven

Imagine a room with pine plank floors and inset shelves painted a lush white, nine feet tall, three feet wide, six inches apart, running the length of a room on either side of a broad picture window. On each shelf there are of course well used books from every era of modern literature, spines of […]

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