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melancholy | melancholy

SharonWalling's picture
Nov.27.2011
  The wind is blowing the leaves from the tree, each one falling hard to the ground. They are golden -  edged with crisp brown, aged and dry.  I watch them pile up remembering just a few days ago, yes, days…they were green and soft and alive.   It seems to me it was but a few...
bernadette-jansen-op-de-haar's picture
May.31.2011
This is what a writer and a footballer have in common: you work for three hours and, well, what do you do for the rest of the day?... It may sound strange, sightseeing in your own town, but that’s my day job: being a spectator – this time, though, by taxi... As a surprise, five former colleagues...
dk-christi's picture
Jan.29.2010
It was thrilling to have NPR review Ghost Orchid.  It's always a little unsettling to hear even a hint of something less than stellar in a review, humbling.  I hope you have a chance to listen; Linda's review sounds like the lead into a movie.  Ah, how we'd all like to see our books up in lights...
sharon-cupp-pennington's picture
Jul.15.2009
I’m straying from the subjects of reading and writing and critiquing this morning. Please indulge me these few nostalgic moments as I’ve thought about my grandmother often of late. I don’t know whether it’s because I’m in my sixties now and the grandmother of five, or because my body’s changing....
mary-wilkinson's picture
May.03.2009
If you walk down the road on a Sunday afternoon you could be feeling a certain melancholy overtake you. You might feel it surge and attempt to penetrate but you button up your jacket and bend your head to the cold wind and glancing briefly up at the sky you think to yourself, okay, in about twenty...
marilyn-kallet's picture
Apr.26.2009
I missed Lou's phone call from La Selva, Costa Rica, where he is working at the ecology station in the rain forest.  My cell phone rang just as I was getting into my car in the parking lot of Sitar, where I had met Kali for dinner.  I didn't recognize the caller number, so I blew it off.  Then got...
ericka-lutz's picture
Sep.23.2008
I'm sad today, melancholic and demoralized, acutely sensitive, choking up at songs on the radio, reliving old griefs. When I'm like this, a few things help: woods, tea, friends, honoring my emotions. It also helps me to reread my own work, in this case, a short story I wrote a few years ago called...
stephen-evans's picture
Mar.07.2008
When Carlini was convulsing Naples with laughter, a patient waited on a physician in that city, to obtain some remedy for excessive melancholy, which was rapidly consuming his life. The physician endeavored to cheer his spirits, and advised him to go to the theatre and see Carlini. He replied,...