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How Many Stories Can A Picture Tell?

Posted in Crayola crayons, Doug Palmer, Jim and Cathleen Nesbitt, Wilmington NC, art, childcraft books, collaborative storybook, creative process, ekphrasis, image prompts, institutional racism, painting, poetry, selling art, the wheelbarrow woman, whypaisley on August 21, 2009 | 7 Comments »

Catherine Nesbitt called the other day to buy a painting. It was her husband’s birthday and the painting gave Jim pleasure so she wanted him to have it. If the truth be told it wasn’t her favorite. The other painting they have been holding in safekeeping for me in North Carolina was actually the favorite, [...]

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image prompts

Posted in Venezuela, art, below the line, ekphrasis, image prompts, maria fernanda sosa, painting, storybook collaborative, work in progress on August 12, 2009 | 5 Comments »

Nanda Sosa just emailed me the pictures below, which are of paintings hanging on the walls of her home in Caracas. I had forgotten them. Which means it has been too long since I visited that beautiful, amazing, troubled country and and enjoyed her beautiful, amazing people. Let’s hope sane leadership emerges soon.
Working on a [...]

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story marathon

Posted in Uncle Orson's Writing Class and Literary Boot Camp, completion, idea generation, orson scott card, stories, storybook collaborative, works in progress, writing on August 5, 2009 | 4 Comments »

Done. Story on demand for Scott Card’s six day writing intensive. I left the outline in the middle of the 1st paragraph and after that I never knew where the next sentence would take me. The story shows it but there is enough good there to continue working on it.
Card has an interesting thing to [...]

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wish

Posted in distance, higher power, kisses, lower power, travel, wishes on August 2, 2009 | 1 Comment »

i wish i was there. i wish
i was almost anywhere but here.
most especially though,
i wish i was there, where you are.
these people are weird
and this place is strange.
the stars don’t look right,
neither the water
and the trees are all wrong.
how did i get here?
how long do i stay here?
do i really need to be here?
what was [...]

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