He laid the notebook open on the table in a haphazard cut-and-paste of newspaper clippings, sun-bleached fliers and bus tickets, articles of life collected and remembered. The clippings sold headlines of man-hunts in sleepy neighborhoods and missing grocery store clerks and teachers, telling stories about people thought dead and never recovered. They were sandwiched [...]
we’re back at home we fix old radios wiping off the dusty tunes || junior boys :: count souvenirs For those who aren’t aware, I’ve been doing a course of The Artist’s Way recently. I’m in Week Three. In Week Three, I’m asked all about the five traits I liked in myself as [...]
Starting today, each Monday I will be going out and finding some fiction that graces the internet with its fantasticness. Stories piled up blankets and hidden behind doors, small published, nonpublished, who cares about publishing. Just very good fiction to get you in the mood for the week… Joanie keeps sketching. [...]
so wave goodbye to living alone i think we’ve found our home || patrick wolf :: the railway house I can’t stop thinking about my future. The milky coffee chilling in my mug as I scribble my Morning Pages, looking up over the margins and having quiet, quaint, disjointed conversation. Simple breakfasts [...]
