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Shotguns and Sonnets · 2Y ago

Call Me Josie, Darling

Call me Josie, darling, I love it when you do.
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Shotguns and Sonnets · 2Y ago

Character Sketch

Our next assignment was one on character sketch. What is your character, what isn’t it, its hopes, dreams, phobias, interests, loves, well, you get the picture. A character sketch can be done many ways. Mine takes a form suggested by the professor.  The character sketch is broken into nine categorie
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Shotguns and Sonnets · 2Y ago

The First Re-Write

We were asked to re-write our in class assignment from last week.  What follows is the first shot at fleshing out a few paragraphs. If your interested, take a few minutes to reaquaint yourself with final exercise in this post: http://jeffgregg.wordpress.com/2010/01/20/first-day-let-the-fiction-comme
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Shotguns and Sonnets · 2Y ago

First Day, Let the Fiction Commence

Today was the first morning of Advanced Writing of Fiction. I arrived early and made my way through the hallowed halls of UMD to the new library, walked up four flights of stairs to the chagrin of my old creaking body, found the tiny yet windowed seminar style classroom and proceeded to place myself
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Shotguns and Sonnets · 2Y ago

The Final Stretch

Tomorrow, I start my final semester of graduate school. Providing the skids do not come off of the sleigh before June 1, I will hold a Master of Liberal Studies and be ready to make my move to the front of the college classroom. Why is this post blog worthy you may ask? Well, I will [...]
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Shotguns and Sonnets · 2Y ago

Birch Trees Are My Favorite

Just outside the front door of the Old Hardware Store in McCarthy, Alaska a young birch roots right between the road and the yard. The tree stands a few feet taller than me and embraces young bark that glows pale purple in the shadows of the summer’s late afternoon sun. Its young leaves cling [...]
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Shotguns and Sonnets · 2Y ago

not Outside

Dusted rose tenderly traps tectonic plates borne of Her arousal, near breakfast time the sentinel sleeps silently missing breath languishing from parted lips lingering longingly, two Magpies maneuver molasses skies framing the Alaskan Range. Sea shale succumbs to titan tidewaters tantalizing toes. S
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Shotguns and Sonnets · 2Y ago

Mea Culpa

Okay, for those of you who care, and for those of you who do not, I beg forgiveness. My three month abandonment is over. Grad school caught, drawed, and quartered (semestered?) me. Good thing a strand of DNA was left behind. Onward with reanimation.
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Shotguns and Sonnets · 2Y ago

Irony

I lay awake at night worrying all my words will not get out, for lack of trying and commitment, I sometimes write them, speak them less, and wonder, Acedia, the monk’s temptation might explain it would be worn like a battle scar of courage with more purchase than sheer sloth like the lazy rain falli
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Shotguns and Sonnets · 2Y ago

Signs: A favor of communication or a slow acid burn of place?

Place is one of life’s grounding aspects that provides a shared experience between locals regardless of class, religion, sexuality, color, or creed. Intimate sense of place only comes through invested time and sharing the experience of living there with others. Residents are in on the joke. They own
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