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….”
Author Archives: Samuel Snoek-Brown
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“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”
The last man on Earth has wood.
A few of my favorite blogs went on hiatus last year, and they’re all making comebacks this month, much to my supreme delight. Today I was even more thrilled to discover that one of those blogs, Judge a Book by Its Cover, has decided to use one of my submissions, the probably intentionally “arousing” coverContinue reading “The last man on Earth has wood.”
A Writer’s Notebook: writers talk writing
Today I’m offering three conversations about writing I’ve had with three different writer friends. The exchanges are a bit long, so I’ve divided this post into pages to help organize things. Check out the “table of contents” to skip to the section you’re interested in (but really, you want to read the whole thing). WhyContinue reading “A Writer’s Notebook: writers talk writing”
Samuel Snoek-Brown 