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Monthly Archives: November 2015
It’s true. Children make you drink. Not when they are first-born. Nope, when they can walk and talk. I refused to believe it. I had the first time mommy bliss. You know the delusion that this precious baby would never cause me stress. Wrong! Truly you may need alcohol to survive years 3-18 or a few “nerve pills” aka Vicodin from the headaches they may cause.
Munch is the best thing that ever happened to me. However, he can work my last dang nerve. Which was the case this week. He worked my nerves and I had to find the strength not to lose it. I was questioning my sanity. I realized that I’m too dang old to have children. I mean I’m 40. “God, please help me!” I cried out in frustration.
Munch and I have talked repeatedly about personal responsibility. He doesn’t have any. What does it mean?…
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More thoughts on that “nonfiction thing”.
Steven Church shares his remarks from the recent NonfictioNow Conference panel “Hydra-Headed Memoirs and Well-Connected Essays: Negotiating Your Book-Length Nonfiction Thing,” wherein he pondered aloud about hearing that his own “book-length nonfiction thing,” was too fragmented and associative and didn’t have unifying narrative line; and, second, about the challenges of an MFA program, where we focus on teaching student how to write really great essays and then, in their last year, expect them to submit an entire unified “book-length nonfiction thing.”
By Steven Church
Step 1: Learn to bake, from scratch, a couple of really good cupcakes—perfect little cakes that share the same basic form and thematic structure of a larger cake, the complete idea for which hasn’t actually formed completely in your head yet, but which exists just beneath the surface of your waking thoughts. Start small. If necessary, pay a lot of money to take some classes…
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Charlotte is one of favorite writers. I feel she is unsung, so I sing her whenever possible.
We walked along the levee, softly talking, grit crunching beneath our footsteps. A young couple vacated a wooden bench facing the river, walking away in tandem with fingers intertwined. We sat and watched a barge pushed along by a small, blustering tugboat leaving white-capped waves in its’ wake.
Seagulls dipped and skimmed the surface of the water, some emerging with silvery fish wriggling in their beaks. In the distance, the sun settled slowly over the city, glinting golden on steel and concrete skyscrapers while a blush of pink lit the cathedral spire.
Sky and water merge
We, immersed in majesty
The city bewitches
Its Halibun Monday on dVerse Poets Pub. It’s been quite a long time since I’ve participated in their prompts and this one excited me. I’ve never written a Halibun. I read several that were linked to in the prompt and immediately wrote this one, inspired by…
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