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jessica-barksdale-inclan's picture
Jan.17.2010
So many things seem to be going on right now that my mind is whirling and whirring and most of the wh words.  In no order of importance, I am planning a wedding, working with a new agent, starting a semester, smoking (right now) a pork butt and a chicken, contemplating a major revision of another...
jm-cornwell's picture
Jan.15.2010
Okay, I get the whole e-book thing now. (I own an eBookwise 1150.) It's convenient. It's small and fairly lightweight. It fits easily and comfortably in the hand and there's no need to raise the arms to turn the pages, a button does all the work. It takes up about the same space as a paperback and...
kimberly-jackson's picture
Jan.15.2010
Monday is of course Martin Luther King Jr. Day. A well deserved day honoring a man who with his voice, his hopes, and his vision of what the world could be like changed life forever. I am sure there will be many articles written about him by those who have more talent than myself. Still I couldn't...
steve-hauk's picture
Jan.14.2010
DeWitt Clinton Peters arrived in Haiti shortly after World War II to teach English in a kind of early Peace Corps. Days off he rode his bicycle into the hills and villages and discovered a wonderful kind of folk art, free and joyous. In 1944 he established the Centre d'Art in an old house in the...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Jan.14.2010
Jo looks overwhelmed by the pile of groceries that I stack on the conveyor belt for her inspection. She looks extremely tired. Close to haggard, her face holds a million rivers that zigzag across her skin. For a long while she doesn't say anything to me. And I don't say anything back. I just keep...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Jan.14.2010
I  rack my brain to try and recall the first time I read my favorite poem but no matter how hard I try I do not suceed. Maybe it is because the poem has become a part of me, settled in like the tiny sliver of a scar that is notched on my skin, that has a history but a long forgotten one by now. I...
dr-steve-mcswain's picture
Jan.11.2010
“Death is your guru; let it teach you.” Or, so said the Buddha. But, what could death teach anyone?  I’ve thought a great deal about this, especially since the death of my father.  That’s been nearly fifteen years ago now; but, I knew on the day he died, I would one day be writing about it.  I had...
cynthia-vespia's picture
Jan.08.2010
I write fiction. I love it. I write contemporary thrillers and just finished writing the 3rd chapter in my trilogy of terror, Demon Hunter.  But why?  I read a quote once, went something like this: "It Has Been Said That Every Writer Without Exception Is A Masochist, Sadist, Peeping Tom (or...
rosy-cole's picture
Jan.08.2010
    Measure not the work until the day's out and the labour's done.  Elizabeth Barrett Browning   I write therefore I am. To tweak Descartes a little. Even he had to take up the pen! It's what I do, what I have to do. It is the oxygen of life. To live without it is to skate...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Jan.07.2010
I am the first to rise in this house and the darkness wraps itself around the walls like a black velvet shawl. I let the dog out into its folds and I can hear him baying way off in the distance, a type of Hound of the Baskervilles sound that carries off over the bog. I hope  that he doesn't wake...