
E. Victoria Flynn
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Category Archives: memory
Pastiche
In November, I began experimenting with scent memory and the effects of different musical styles to get me in the mood. Then there was a great and heavy sigh from my inner critic when I finally told her off, that … Continue reading
Posted in Creativity, memoir writing, memory, muse, music, wildness, writing
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Throw Me Thursday: Coming undone
Small town curiosity shops hide grandmothers in pieces of felt, hat pins, antique jewelery made from woven hair, hand sewn lace, lilac sachets. Grandmothers with tangled hands and kaleidoscope eyes the size of herons peak through empty glass pop bottles … Continue reading
Throw me Thursday: Factory Girl
My husband found this picture lying on my desk after I’d gone on a rampage ruffling through drawers. “I throw you this for Thursday,” he said. It was Tuesday. He doesn’t do Twitter or Facebook or blog so I won’t … Continue reading
Posted in Burning bridges, memory, Dad, Throw me Thursday
Tagged 21, factory town, General Motors, siamese kitten
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Throw me Thursday: Not to be seen
Twitter tenderfoot and local poetess @PrettyInkstain threw in, “@EVictoriaF #throwme ‘trying not to be seen.’” which works well with my favorite alien abductee and former nice lady @crredwards, “@PennyJars Prompts: Interruption. Apathy. Schadenfreude.” Of course he was trying not to … Continue reading
Posted in Burning bridges, Freaks, memoir writing, memory, Throw me Thursday, Weird
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Throw me Thursday: Move
This belated Throw me Thursday post is written on behalf of my good friend Rebe who spent yesterday moving from one place in Denver to another. Cheers, Rebe! We had to get rid of the cat and the dog too … Continue reading
Posted in Dad, divorce, father, memoir writing, memory
Tagged Nina Simone, The Other Woman
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Throw me Thursday: Miscellaneous
The holidays are eating me up. The writing updraft of November has stilled into a deep, frozen hold and I feel I’ve nothing to say save for a few spare memories shaved off the sides. The following post is a … Continue reading
Posted in big family, sister, it's my family anyway, brother, memory, Number 9, Throw me Thursday
Tagged All Tomorrow's Parties, big families, disco, grandpa, hairspray, Velvet Underground
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Throw me Thursday: Be the light
Penny Jar needs to lighten up a minute. The magnificent Kellie M. Walsh’s (AKA @kmwalsh with a blog) suggestion on the Facebook page was one word: Nyquil. I couldn’t pass it by. The Anarchist Cookbook. You know you wanted it. … Continue reading
Posted in Freaks, friendship, High school, memory, penny jar, rebellion, Throw me Thursday
Tagged Bad ideas, The Anarchist Cookbook, Jane's Addiction, Stop
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Somnambulant
Again I’m called back to the house in my sleep. But I’m outside and the house is still red with white shutters. It’s been painted the ugliest burnt sage for years now, even longer than years, decades. We’ve been gone … Continue reading
Posted in divorce, ma, memoir writing, memory, Project Placement, red house
Tagged change, dreams, home, Horses in my dream, P J Harvey, sleep walking, Somnambulant
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To liberate…
“He will give the gloom of gloom, and the sunshine of sunshine. In a portrait, he must inscribe the character, and not the features, and must esteem the man who sits to him as himself only an imperfect picture or … Continue reading
Posted in memoir writing, memory
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