Posts Tagged: art

what a story looks like

“What does a story look like?” It’s an intriguing question, rather cryptic and zen-like, not unlike the sound of one hand clapping.  If ideas were candy, this one would be a jawbreaker. Whatever your answer, it’s probably poetic, deep, and

what a story looks like

“What does a story look like?” It’s an intriguing question, rather cryptic and zen-like, not unlike the sound of one hand clapping.  If ideas were candy, this one would be a jawbreaker. Whatever your answer, it’s probably poetic, deep, and

blog faces

There’s a little song my girls like to sing that goes, “Make new friends, but keep the old; one is silver and the other’s gold.”  Today I’m going to tell you about some new and old blogging friends. Two new

blog faces

There’s a little song my girls like to sing that goes, “Make new friends, but keep the old; one is silver and the other’s gold.”  Today I’m going to tell you about some new and old blogging friends. Two new

The Big, Easy Surrender (the Thing About New Orleans)

I am a Northern Californian.  Berkeley is in my bones.  I like fecund, overgrown gardens and fog slinking under the Golden Gate.  I like funky cafes, musty bookstores, and trails under redwood trees.  I like people who care enough to

The Big, Easy Surrender (the Thing About New Orleans)

I am a Northern Californian.  Berkeley is in my bones.  I like fecund, overgrown gardens and fog slinking under the Golden Gate.  I like funky cafes, musty bookstores, and trails under redwood trees.  I like people who care enough to

Guest Blog! Playing (with Cindy Sherman)

I am so happy and grateful to be a guest blogger on Satsumabug’s Blog!  (<—Click here, mom!) For those who don’t know her already, Lisa is a fabulous “writist and an arter” with a real knack for creating online community and

Guest Blog! Playing (with Cindy Sherman)

I am so happy and grateful to be a guest blogger on Satsumabug’s Blog!  (<—Click here, mom!) For those who don’t know her already, Lisa is a fabulous “writist and an arter” with a real knack for creating online community and

girl screwed by her own naïveté

When I saw the painting for the first time I thought it must be a fake.  It hung on a small wall at the entrance to a cavernous formal dining room where you could almost miss it: an alleged 1954

girl screwed by her own naïveté

When I saw the painting for the first time I thought it must be a fake.  It hung on a small wall at the entrance to a cavernous formal dining room where you could almost miss it: an alleged 1954

the writing group (chapter 15, pt.1)

The writing group has just finished discussing this week’s submission, a scene from Wayne’s script entitled Usher Place.  It was a short and lively scene, the one where the aging actress first seduces her writer.  The young man enters her

the writing group (chapter 15, pt.1)

The writing group has just finished discussing this week’s submission, a scene from Wayne’s script entitled Usher Place.  It was a short and lively scene, the one where the aging actress first seduces her writer.  The young man enters her

This Is the Moment I Became Something Else: An Aesthetic Contrivance (a review of Artifice Literary Magazine)

by Anna Fonté Preface:  I volunteered to review Artifice, volume 3, one of those ϋbercool literary magazines for really smart, arty types.  I thought, what the hell, I don’t get out much and here’s a chance to try something new.

This Is the Moment I Became Something Else: An Aesthetic Contrivance (a review of Artifice Literary Magazine)

by Anna Fonté Preface:  I volunteered to review Artifice, volume 3, one of those ϋbercool literary magazines for really smart, arty types.  I thought, what the hell, I don’t get out much and here’s a chance to try something new.