Wind whistles, birds cry. (found “stone”: these were the last words on screen as part of the closed-captioning of the first episode of the BBC series Wallander) I’m participating in the River of Stones project in January. Look for a new post each day. Click the badge at left for more details.
Monthly Archives: January 2011
Small stone #13
This taxi smells of sandalwood and upholstery dust, an undertone of engine grease and sweat. The vinyl dashboard is shades of beige and taupe, and a cassette protrudes from the tape deck. All this so like my own string of tired cars on our long commutes to school back in my undergrad years. I’m participatingContinue reading “Small stone #13”
Because the abyss can wait….
I love blogs that lead me to other blogs. Soon, I won’t have time for books! I was reading a post at Literary Rejections on Display about fantasy rejection letters from a fake literary journal (I had this idea way back when I worked at American Literary Review–why didn’t I get to work on thatContinue reading “Because the abyss can wait….”
Photo blog 37
“A Winter Walk.” Platteville, WI, 14 January 2007.
Small stone #12
Watching time wheel past in wild fast-forward, shadows spinning in the trees, I feel grounded and profoundly still. I’m participating in the River of Stones project in January. Look for a new post each day. Click the badge at left for more details.
Small stone #11
Soft morning drizzle in this desert city settles everything into a cool, quiet reverence. Even the tires in the street are hushed, like slippers in the dew-grass. Alhamdulillah, rain has come. I’m participating in the River of Stones project in January. Look for a new post each day. Click the badge at left for moreContinue reading “Small stone #11”
Small stone #10
My coffee steams through an open window into the milky gray of the morning fog. I’m participating in the River of Stones project in January. Look for a new post each day. Click the badge at left for more details.
New fiction by Lori Ann Bloomfield
Lori Ann Bloomfield, author of The Last River Child (which I’m dying to read) and the First Line blog (which I read all the time), has a new story in the latest issue of New Plains Review. If you can manage it, track down a copy of the story in print and help support theContinue reading “New fiction by Lori Ann Bloomfield”
Small stone #9
The anger of a nation resides also in my heart. For the sake of that nation, I will open my heart. May the anger then dissipate so that love may shine freely, like mists dissolving under a rising sun. This small stone-turned prayer is dedicated to the victims of the recent shooting in Tuscon, Arizona,Continue reading “Small stone #9”
Small stone #8
Amid the laughter of volleyballing teens, the creaks of bicycles and the soft pop of parasails full of marina breeze, a tiny bird flies over the ice cream stand and alights on a fence wire to watch the beach. A toddler sees and waddles forward, two steps, one step, three steps, spellbound and hesitant. TheContinue reading “Small stone #8”
Samuel Snoek-Brown 