Category: Art

Why I Write

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I’ve started on my next novel. I’ve thought about several different ideas over the past year or two, but none of them seemed to work quite right. So I finally came back to the idea that I’ve had for years now but never felt ready to tackle. Being a writer, I want to write about everything that I’m experiencing. As soon as I have an idea, I want to pour it out into a story. But I’ve learned that it is better to go at it slowly. Because memories become riper and deeper and richer with time. As I grow…

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Autumnal Poem

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Fall is my favorite season for many reasons, one of which is that it always inspires me to write poetry. This is the result of several drafts over the past week or so… Leaves drift like golden confetti, Their skeletons rattling across concrete— Celebrating the slow decline of summer, sun, and life. Birds gather nervously, afraid to miss their Pilgrimage towards that glowing star. The sacrifice of burning leaves on alters to the sun Stain the air with pungent, smoldering ashes. Sunlight seeps through the brave remainder Of yellowed leaves still clinging To the memory of warmth. Cornstalks crackle with…

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Path of Grass Excerpt

My name is Adele.  But the other sisters call me Catherine, so I do not know who I am. My mother was French; my father was German. My father’s family was angry because he married a foolish French woman. After my parents died I was given to a convent and have lived there ever since. I remember the day when I was four years old. My Aunt Matilda pulled me impatiently through the streets and stopped at the nunnery door. She crossly straightened my little brown dress and tied the old shoes that were too big for me, and then…

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