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Annielaural leFaye's Writings

Short Story
Dec.07.2012
Jungian Journey
Sy called. ‘I miss you already. I’ll be back for Christmas.’   ‘You will? How?’   ‘Not sure.  I’m a tad jet-lagged at the moment, but I’ll figure it out.’   Full of a foolish grin, I responded, ‘If there’s enough snow, we’ll head to Glacier.  Great little cross country ski resort, Izaak Walton, at the south end of the park.’   ‘Hummm...
Essay
Sep.22.2012
Writers Workshop
  I wanted to share with you my admiration for your thoughtfulness, for your taking time before responding to all sorts of provocation during our writers workshop yesterday.  I seem to blather on.  You, on the hand, seem to think your responses through and then share.  I so appreciate your on-off switch, your dimmer.   I am sitting here...
Poem
Sep.06.2011
  Meadows   Myriad green scripts on brown papyrus soil written translation impossible patterns older than human letters, Meadows  create art everywhere.   Wide high Sierra duff, Guyot Flats, a meadow of brown pine needles, softens foot fall at 10,000 feet.   Wider yet, Tuolomme green grasses peppered with stark blues, red, yellows,...
Short Story
Sep.04.2011
"Perhaps, that is the crux of the issue, maybe that is the story that needs telling, the story of she who has everything right here in her lap and still feels jilted, deprived because somehow earlier in life there was not enough."  The second grader marched through the marble halls of the massive elementary school. On her way to the library, she was. Books...
Article
Jan.20.2010
There is an authentic, vulnerable, adventure story in  manuscript  form stored away on my computer that seeks the eyes of an agent somewhere in the USA.  Actually, it would be happy being read by an agent in Australia, Great Britain, Canada, or the USA.  My job is to write that perfect query letter that  somehow plunks this manuscript on the desk of a like...