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red-room-well-red's picture
Jan.31.2011
"Women, then, have not had a dog's chance of writing poetry. That is why I have laid so much stress on money and a room of one's own." -Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own The website Retreats for Writers says, "Everyone needs to get away, especially writers. A writers retreat...
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Jan.31.2011
There are many places that were described by different writers time to time to have been their favourite retreat, but mine is not a retreat passe.I will say, a place in time to rest my head from all distractions; a place where the only sound permitted are the sounds of crikettes;a place where my...
devramary's picture
Jan.28.2011
It was a time I remember that eavesdropping paid off.  And I thought my ears were plugged with excess earwax at the time.  But the universe provided means that evening to detect the words flowing from a nearby conversation. Sometimes Christmas parties seem to have a bit of obligatory cheer to them...
rae-francoeur's picture
Jan.28.2011
We're 36,000 feet above the Mohave Desert, where $6 buys a very serviceable Bloody Mary. A toast to my brother - Cheers! - who once got lost down there while hitchhiking somewhere. Scott was always running away. That time, he got sidetracked for a couple of weeks in some rock hunters' camp,...
anastasia-blackwell's picture
Jan.28.2011
It all began one sultry night in a bar in Venice Beach, California. The roofless space fused cigarette smoke, the salty stench of the sea, and the cologne masked sweat of three men surrounding me. To the left and right, perched on their stools, like cocks on the roost of a hen house, two gorgeous...
dk-christi's picture
Jan.28.2011
          The rigging sang on a broad reach.  The sea and sky on a misty morning were without edges as the rising sun sprinkled diamonds on the dew swept bright work and gold on the white caps.  Salty rivulets raced across the teak decks.  Speed was an illusion.  The wind whistled through the...
mary-cook's picture
Jan.28.2011
My birthday gift from three loving friends is two hours from home.  I drive under clear blue sunny skies to a beautiful bungalow for three days of writing.  Here I bask in comforting serenity and solitude, with skyscraper palm trees and magnificent mountains peering down at me.  I begin my retreat...
jennifer-hacker's picture
Jan.28.2011
Between the deep, offshore loading platform in the San Francisco Bay where the tall tankers load the oil we Americans love and hate, and a lagoon in the Miller-Knox Shoreline Park in Pt. Richmond, CA, there sits  a bench.  It takes nerve to approach this bench because the Canada Geese think this...
maria-finn's picture
Jan.28.2011
The Headlands Center for the Arts in the Golden Gate National Recreation Area is haunted. Artists have reported waking in the middle of the night to doctors performing surgery just over their beds, hearing the sounds of stomping in the studio above them (apparently a suicide took place in that room...
arabella-grayson's picture
Jan.28.2011
Acceptance into the competitive Hurston/Wright Writers Week at Howard University was winning the jackpot. Just anticipating attending the premiere program for writers of African descent at the nation's premiere HBCU brought tears of joy. Growing up in California, I'd dreamt of attending Howard ever...