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Category Archives: writing exercises
Throw Me Thursday: In an Irish pub with a lot of oiled wood
“I love women. They’re like goddesses.” Max took a long swig of Guinness, kicked his boots up on an empty chair. “Man, don’t let Naomi hear you say that shit. She’s always pissed at me.” “You and Naomi, your good … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Throw me Thursday, writing exercises
Tagged beer, dating, Guinness, ice cream, Irish pub, Jameson, love, whiskey
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Throw me Thursday: Memoir Mash-ups
I felt the hard minds of my family charged with anger, fighting impractical hurried, driving themselves through the backwater streets in flight looking for an easy out, blue-collar babies rebelling against the paternal accusing clatter for the wild banshee in … Continue reading
Posted in coffee, Throw me Thursday, Weird, writing exercises
Tagged Allen Ginsberg, Dead Poet's Society, Dorothy Parker, Jack London
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Give me a memory of the color red, but don’t say the word "red"
Exercise #3 My mother’s favorite color plasters the bathroom walls, the floors, the shower curtain, the towels–ripest cherry screaming out at you, warning you not to bother if you have a hang-over or get easily jettisoned by boldness. Always, my … Continue reading
Posted in ma, Old Friend From Far Away, writing exercises
Tagged color red, Natalie Goldberg
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Meeting That Old Friend From Far Away
It is so fortunate to have such a wealth of talented writers from which to learn. The blaze of the internet’s possibilities should not be lost on anyone looking to find some kind of connection to interest or dream. Just … Continue reading
Posted in Grandmothers, mother, Old Friend From Far Away, writing exercises
Tagged Angela Kelsey, Evelyn, Natalie Goldberg, NM, Taos, Thelma J. Wilson
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