rivercrow

By the time I staggered home, I’d killed off several pints and a bottle of Delirium Nocturnum. I stopped drinking an hour or so before I left the Saucer. We’d spent our usual evening counting safety pins on skirts and…well, other things.
I launched an internet browser out of habit to check email. Doug had replied.
You […]

“Oh, yeah, hi phone.”
I’d gone to that happy inner space; the loud ringing of my cell phone registered only after several repeats of “Scotland the Brave” and a number of glares from the other patrons at Borders. I answered automatically.
“Phone?”
“Um. Yeah. This is Phone. Who’s this?”
“You don’t know?”
Male voice, higher pitched, fast. I searched my […]

She’d stopped counting the number of nests she’d raided as she clambered toward the river. Some of the cavity nesters had feisty fledgings, some of the raptor families had attempted to drive her off; she had cuts and scrapes, but Lorida’s hunger was sated by the time she reached the forest’s fringe. She guessed it […]

I watched Doug wind his way through the magazine racks and leave the store, the I started pawing through the hemp knapsack I drag with me everywhere. I keep a Moleskine pocket notebook and a click Bic pen with me at all times, just in case of inspiration. And to aid a lapsing memory. I […]

I’ll be honest. I loathe fiction. So when my friend Doug shoved me into a corner again (figuratively speaking–more like he wiggled a paper cup of cappuccino at me so hard the froth spilled across his fingers) and demanded that I write some fiction, my usual response was to laugh him off.
But he’s a persistent […]

I have problems reading fiction that I just don’t have with non-fiction or poetry.
I get bored. The narrative structure becomes confining. I rebel against the linearity.
Not to say other works aren’t linear. But something about the expected compliance with fiction’s linearity makes me itchy.
Poems are usually short enough and have other charms that I’m willing […]

One of the funny things about managing a forum is watching the length of time people spend replying to a thread. Some people will hang on there for fifteen minutes or better, crafting a response that ultimately has the same importance as choosing to put the right shoe on before the left shoe.

(I’m stealing some of the following from some books I’ve read. If anyone cares to source the statements, help yourself–I can’t recall titles at the moment.)
Games are a common metaphor for negotiation–but it’s important that all the participants speak the language of game. Not long ago, women were not involved in team sports and therefore […]