Where I Write
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Where I Write #29: Ten Werecantos
We think of our brains as a place. We surround thoughts with metaphors of environment.
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Weekend Rumpus Roundup
On this warm weekend we are favored with a cool breath of fresh air from the likes of Matthew Lippman, via Michael Klein’s review of Lippman’s poetry collection, American Chew. Poems like these are refreshing in their honesty and bewitching…
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Where I Write #28: A Small Bench Between Two 25-Story Buildings
I was doing clerical work for a magazine publisher in a high-rise along the Wilshire corridor and each day I would take my one hour lunch on a small bench between two 25 story buildings. The proximity of all these…
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Where I Write #27: Now In Silence, Mute
Now in silence, mute, a place still quiet/within reason, ear-protected, I hear/the flow and pump of blood.
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Where I Write #26: Where The Rocks Gather
I write from that burning body. Four years old or seven years old or ten years old. Crawling out from under a fire.
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WHERE I WRITE #25: The Wild Pendulum
Here I am, seven years later, a “full-time writer.” I spend about half my time locked up in my apartment in the West End of Providence, Rhode Island, hunched over my laptop.
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Where I Write #24: I Don’t Know Where I Write
There’s a window, but no tree. Just the next building, identical blinds. I’ve done a fair amount of writing here, I guess. Assembled at least one book. But again, I can’t picture it, can’t imagine being comfortable in this space.…
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Where I Write #23: The House My Mother Built
That’s what I want to do as I write: break through the varnish my mom helped me shellack over my truth, the stains we both used to deny our imperfections, hide our dark places.
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Where I Write #22: A Room of One’s Own in the Middle of Everything
I’m writing on the bathroom floor, laptop on my knees. It’s tight in here; shower, toilet, and sink crammed together with just enough space left to stand, or in my case, sit
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WHERE I WRITE #21: On the Edge of Sky and Sea
In the dark streets of Lhasa two summers ago, I bought a bracelet stringed with smooth skulls and wear it now habitually.
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WHERE I WRITE #20: Towers Diner
Author and artist Cassie J. Sneider dishes about her favorite writing spot:
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WHERE I WRITE #19: With Love From My Desk From A Dumpster
I write at a desk two gay men helped me pull from a dumpster and load in my truck. The legs are bruised, and its paint’s coming off.