reading and writing a life
Saturday afternoon in the two-hearted woods. Clouded brow of the upper midwest, sepia season stalled again at February. Out my window, scrim of hardwoods, a dark choke of pine. I’m in a lamplit corner, reading a book on Courbet. Then a memory like opening to a random page—a café back east, early, a window table. […]
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If one stood perfectly still. Even in the withering hours of then. Hair down to here. Being alive and quiet. One could forget oneself. Forget what one didn’t even recognize. How mad it felt. Subliminally. One could pick out goldfinches and mourning cloaks among the dying stalks of cosmos, and across the ditch of gray […]
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“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that […]
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Monday night I clicked some random shuffle to life, and a few hours later I had a newborn poem. Love when that happens. Astound me: Reach inside my head to find me. Switch off those old melodies meant to keep me in captivity, fading away with a faded-heart disease…
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Throughout the month of February, t.s. wright and I have been enjoying the Southeast Review’s Daily Writer’s Regimen. On Day Twenty-Two, Anne Valente’s Craft Talk, “Constellated Images” was featured. I will now share this with you. ANNE VALENTE “CONSTELLATED IMAGES” In his recent Writers’ Chronicle article,…
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There are thirty-two ways to write a story, and I’ve used every one, but there is only one plot–things are not as they seem. ~ Jim Thompson I love this quote. While I can’t say that there are indeed precisely thirty-two ways to write a story,…
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Reading through Woolf’s A Writer’s Diary, published by her husband, Leonard Woolf, can be likened to trying to put a 10,000 piece 3D puzzle together while blindfolded. And then, just when I’m hopelessly lost, her voice comes through with such intense clarity and insight I am left…
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“To defend what you’ve written is a sign that you are alive.” ~ William Zinsser Today, I invite all hard laboring writers to defend something you’ve written. No matter if it’s old or new, no matter if it has been published or hides out in the bottom…
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Just as RicoChey is suggesting a mob of us writers collaborate, I begin reading a book about creative collaboration. In Big Magic, Liz Gilbert puts forth her experiences with inspiration — that thing of mysterious quality and substance, like fairy dust — and putting herself to work at the…
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I’ve been a fan of Elizabeth Gilbert’s since listening to her narration of Eat Pray Love in the winter of 2012. Gilbert’s narrative talent is divine on paper; her spoken word is magnificent. That narrative talent is what got me through The Signature of All Things —…
