Sibling

Siblings 8I finished the film A River Runs Through It today, which is about fishing and Montana and the 1920’s and brotherhood. The fishing surounds the story, much in the way water hugs what’s in it, and watching the movie makes me want to fish, to walk into a running stream where wet pants first stick to your legs and then flare out once the river gets into them. The rivers of this movie is how I see they should be–a blended background of sounds amongst mountains, the water in a rush while exhaling calm, the breath untroubled. The water, I know–feeling of wet, of fluid cold, of consistent push. continue reading…

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In Three Words

Sea 8While at a graduate writing program at Goddard College in Vermont, I took a workshop on fiction writing where we shared our stories in hopes of getting feedback that would improve the pieces to New Yorker levels. ¬†Intermixed with the discussion of our work were some writing exercises. ¬†For one, we were asked to think of a three-word prompt, something that we might use ourselves in a piece or, as we read them aloud, something that may inspire other writers sitting in the age-bleached wooden chairs, the loose window glass rattling in its frames from the steady waves and burst of January winds in north-central Vermont. continue reading…