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Farrell Winter's Writings

Essay
Oct.30.2011
            Something happened to me, once upon a time:  I fell in love.  It began when I was in fifth grade, and a girl named Emily liked me, so I fell in love with her.  One day I walked her home from school.  We said goodbye on her stoop, my hand vibrating with the urge to hold hers....
Essay
Oct.30.2011
I recently contracted an eye infection.  Some bacteria crawled into my tear duct and my eye got red and swelled up.  Every time I moved my head or even looked at something the pain became almost unbearable.  My wife thought it funny that I, always so hygiene-conscious, should be laid low by dirt.  It did no good to point out that it was only a...
Poem
Oct.24.2011
YWCA Writers against Domestic Violence, Santa Rosa, CA, 2010
  Morning. A dull pain in my stomach. Not digestive juice churning This time. A spot of blood The knife clutched in my hand Taken from the silverware drawer Last night After everyone had gone to bed The yelling stopped The heavy air beginning to settle A little. "I'll hold this knife all night" I said Silently of course So he wouldn't hear. "To protect...
Poem
Oct.24.2011
Sitting Room Anthology 2008: Spirit Matters
The Earth speaks in many voices.  °Oh, it is raining,° She says, °and the hot drops turn to dust.  And look at you!  You are so old, and you’re just a baby.  You have been with me forever.  I don’t know you at all.  Let me tell you a story.  Listen.   Here is all your history, all your evolution, all your reality. ...
Poem
Oct.20.2011
San Mateo County Fair, San Mateo, CA, 2010 (Honorable Mention)
The room lit by candles outside, a pouring rain  the goddess  sitting at her altar  recites the holy script.
Short Story
Oct.20.2011
For high school graduation Derek went to New York for two weeks.  Upon his arrival he cashed in his return ticket and stayed.  He enjoyed music and by age twenty-two opened a small recording studio.  His business partner wanted to diversify into spoken word, so one chilly April evening the two of them went to the Bottom of the Barrel, in Paterson,...