reading and writing a life
To you, the unforgotten, the forms and spirits, the mirror’s edge: hello again. Forty-three days ago I posted here about my struggle with POV for THE SECOND NOVEL. By the next evening I had a glimmer of a new idea. Within a week the glimmer was all thrum and heartbeat and bright lights. I wanted, […]
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Dearest ink well, deepest secret, dark & lush written word writing real life. Dearest dripping nib, bruised, buried heart, persistence epitomized. Lay down your pretty head and rest awhile. Everyone misses the writing community home of old. The new days, the newfound ways, the budding love & learning. But no one has the time for […]
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Dearest day laborers, night sweats, lucid dreamers, underpaid saviors. The early fading blooms of August flowers. I have no cure. I’m sorry. I am ashamed. I am feverish and tired and wearing a tread in borrowed optimism. I am reading. Wanting to read. Books won’t fit in my hands. Both eyes blur at the screen. […]
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Dearest warm blankets, foggy windows, dewdrop morns spinning reality from the unreal. My fellow daydreamers, lollygaggers, the procrastinators, unbelievers. The true believers. We’re going to be okay. We’ll write down everything, one way or another. Make the villains faceless or tattoo them with our own pasts. We’ll make a secret grief palpable, let readers taste […]
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Dearest last frontiers, imagination’s destination, you who sit in the darkness knowing a story will come, you who sit alone with the page. Inventors of heartbeat and poems drawn in the sand, thank you. I love you. I aspire. Strangers speak to me with strong voices out of nowhere, lend me their memories but never […]
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Dearest westward lights, nighttime fires, fellow wanderers who walk the line between and know when to take a boat ride. We, the few, clever enough to know better than to ask for a sign. Signs can be so ambiguous; interpretations can be dangerously loose. In times of trouble we need a snug fit and sturdy […]
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Dearest gold-flecked hearts, fellow lovers of morning light and birdsong news. What do they say, those birds, to the truest listeners? To the real audience desperate for Nature’s waning love, they say: Beware. Be real. Be mine. Keep listening. I’ve been writing every morning. The NOVEL I finished in the springtime is a fast-paced speculative […]
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Dearest moonlit eyes, friends to the inventors of poetry and new magic. Dearest fellow readers of joy and grief and all the signs that point elsewhere—lost romantics, pretty little cynics. I have a story to tell. I have a million stories, but this one is about a day when the sky hung low. The sun […]
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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 write the loveliest letters!” That’s one of the most heartfelt compliments I ever received from an older woman in my life. Her son and I were planning to get married, he was in boot camp and I was hundreds of miles away working two jobs to save up for the wedding. I figured she […]
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Kathy Boles-Turner 