Gray-and-white cat lumped atop his felted, misshapen cat hut, like a little boulder in the moss. 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.
Tag Archives: writing
Rest in peace, double space between sentences
I don’t know what sparked the recent surge in interest over the spacing rules between sentences, but there it is: we are asking ourselves once again which is correct, one space or two? I am weirdly old-fashioned in some ways regarding my approach to these things. I remember that when scholarly organizations first started switchingContinue reading “Rest in peace, double space between sentences”
Small stone #17
The wide, wet clouds far overhead like the surface of the sea from the ocean floor. 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 #14
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.
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….”
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.
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”
Samuel Snoek-Brown 