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Expert Advice Aside, Maybe I Should Just Go Take A Nap Soon
Time and I haven’t been on friendly terms for a while now. I yell a lot, but I don’t think it matters. May 2018 snuck up on me, now it’s whizzing by. Pollen is clogging up this town. I’m very sleepy. Since January I have indulged in audio books on writing by writers. Now I’m […]
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Road Sounds
The dream of small towns being miles off, cities being hundreds of miles off, hearing none of their road sounds or the blustering voices of their inhabitants, that dream belonged to my grandfather. He wanted to walk out onto his porch in early light, sipping coffee, and hear nothing but the occasional noise chickens make […]
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APAD:Sonnet XXVIII, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose the string And let them drop down on my knee tonight. This said—he wished to have me in his sight Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring To come and touch […]
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APAD: Courbet, by Debra Allbery
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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APAD: Imaginary August, by C.D. Wright
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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APAD: Mad Girls’s Love Song, by Sylvia Plath
“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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Random Shuffle: A Song & A Poem
Originally posted on Brigit's Flame Writing Community:
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…
Disconnected Phrases & Haunting Images: What Fills A Writer’s Notebook
Originally posted on Brigit's Flame Writing Community:
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,…
Things Are Not What They Seem: A Brief Writing Exercise
Originally posted on Brigit's Flame Writing Community:
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,…
Kathy Boles-Turner 