summer blockbusters

And I don’t mean the Transformers sequel kind. You and I will bust through my writer’s block this July. We will do this together! All you need to do is give me a prompt, and I will use it to write at least 100 words each day of July. Send your prompts via comments here or via Twitter. If you are similarly blocked and want to play along, you are cordially invited to do so. Let’s have some fun!

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Posted on 30 Jun 2009 | 8 comments

bridge from sunday

I dream of being late for work, drenched in sweat, catching a cab to my home and not having enough time to shower. I wake up before my alarm goes off. The tick of a cat’s tail is at my chin. The heavy curtains gap near the top, a knowing wink of light: not yet, but soon. Without my glasses, the bedpost is a smudge and not a sphere. Cat’s tail ticks. To call the weekend “brief” would do a disservice to all we packed in: our house show, our gardening, our quiet talks and unquiet laughter. Monday mornings are difficult for me in the most cliched way: I struggle to stay motivated in my job, because one half of it requires me to be the heavy, the other half requires me to be the martyr, and both halves require me to take all of it with...

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Posted on 30 Jun 2009 | Comments Off