ah hell.

the pines couldn’t stop crying

 

 

 

Look for my short story “Malaise and Other Questionable Language” in the next issue of the Lime Hawk Literary Arts Collective.  This is a group with good ideas; read about their thoughts on wings in the shape of a Delta here.

so, i lose things.  a lot.  here’s a picture of a bracelet my friend made that meant a good deal to me, despite the fact that it’s just a possession, and maybe wants to be somewhere else now.

 

i lost it at BSP in kingston, or outside near there.  if you find it, i’ll write you a story about why i could really use that bracelet back in my life.  see luluanne’s etsy shop, if you want your own one-of-a-kind piece, made from all found materials, like vintage psychology texts.

 

This is my favorite sentence that I read today:  “From all sides, the sly day shifted about; and the mistral shook the sky like sheet metal.”  (from “The Serpent of Stars”).  Jean Giono is always very poetic in his novels, and “The Joy of Man’s Desiring” was a great read as well.  “The Serpent of Stars” is a slim yet square little book, perfect to take on a plane this week. 

I’ll post details when I know more…

This week I finished a story about a voodoo (or voudon?) doll, and one with a simple game showing the trap my character is stuck in.  Then I stumbled upon two separate stories online that, in very different ways, consider these same themes.  Sometimes I feel like, when I’m writing something I’m really absorbed in, I draw things with the same energy into my field. 

Today I wrote a new story called “Elements Rearranged in the Manner of a Compass,” after reading Joseph Williams’ story in the Atlantic.