I recently discovered Abandoned America, a haunting collection of images that capture, quite viscerally, the transient nature of our cultural underpinnings. The first photograph I saw was this one – called ‘nothing ever dies’ – and it left me aching and hollow and feeling inspired. Coming shortly on the heels of reading The Starless Sea […]
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Quiet. Finally. Amy leaned against the doorjamb, hugging her Sacred Heart mug to her breastbone. The rain had started. It dripped softly on the porch roof. The air hung heavy with cedar. Out between the trees she could see the sheets scatter over the sea swells. She padded over to the railing, setting her cup […]
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Open water. Sun glinting of cat’s paw or whitecaps foaming. Shallow and clear, murky with mud, or dark-blue deep. Hung with the wet scent of dirt or sand or seaweed. It screams of summer. Even in the early days, when the ice first goes out and the water is cold as an alpine lake, the […]
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Sean slapped his debit card across his palm, fluttered it between his fingers. He flicked a glance at his wristwatch and groaned internally. The woman ordering was laughing with the barista, leaning casually against the counter, specifying extra hot with a floating toss of long, honey-blond hair. She managed to make it inoffensive; she was […]
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I’m hyper aware of the divide between my private writing and my public writing these days. I wrote a few weeks ago about how I haven’t ‘hung out on the page with myself’ for a long time. Since then I’ve been doing it a lot, and I’ve noticed some shifts. My creative engine is firing […]
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