"I Was Thinking About You"
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Minneapolis has just lived through the fifth biggest blizzard of all time. “Lived through” is something of a misnomer; many streets still haven’t been plowed, and once we’d finally unburied the garage (a two-day endeavor), the car got stuck thirty feet down the alley, requiring the assistance of five Good Samaritans to become unstuck. But … Continue reading The People Who Learned to Hide
Someone told her once that everyone corresponds to an element, and that all you have to do is ask yourself the simple question, “Which element am I?” and the answer will come to you. She loves simplicity – “simplicity is complexity resolved” after all – so she asked herself the question. Even though she didn’t … Continue reading "The Bluebird Carries the Sky on His Back"
The web is large and intricate, and completely beyond my comprehension – how do these words get to you, anyway, you whomever you are and wherever you may be? – but most things are beyond my comprehension, and I do them anyway. Take driving, for example. I have no idea how my car works. Here’s … Continue reading Some places I like to visit
Do you have a few minutes? If so, click here and read the first story. Why aren’t there more stories like this anymore? So beautiful. If, at first glance, that particular story looks too long for you, scroll down and read something shorter. I highly recommend “Some Things I Say to My Dog” and “Lost … Continue reading From the land of enchantment
“The stars have fallen onto the sheets, fallen down to sleep with me.” Lines from poems scroll continuously through me. Beginning at dawn, when I wake up, and throughout the day, lines from poems come to me, recite themselves silently in my head, in my voice, like song refrains spoken not sung. Without poetry I … Continue reading Prompted by a line from a poem by Wyn Cooper
There must be some reason why I originally typed in “Some Things I Say to My God” above. Once in a while I post something from someone else’s blog because I love it so much. This is one of them. Enjoy. Your Man for Fun in Rapidan Continue reading "Some Things I Say to My Dog"
Do you want to jumpstart your writing? Try a different approach? Lift yourself out of your rut (not that I’m assuming you’re in one)? Fellow writer Brad Zellar and I will be teaching two one-afternoon creative writing workshops in Northfield, MN on Saturday, April 10. We’d love to see you there. Here are the details. … Continue reading Join us for a one-day creative writing workshop!
I’m pleased to announce two one-day creative writing workshops, Writing from Photographs and The Art of Writing Picture Books, to be held in Northfield, MN on Sunday, January 24. Fellow writer Brad Zellar and I will be teaching the workshops concurrently. See below for details, and please forward this email to any friends and writers … Continue reading Two one-day creative writing workshops, Northfield, MN, 24 January 2010
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