More apocalypse, less angst
Posted on February 12, 2011 by Megan
They came early spring and set up camp there, in the woods near the lake, eyed stands of hardwood they would cut to make room for the necessities of cabin and garden. Father, mother, three boys under nine and a rickety wagon that would… Continue Reading “Postcard Fiction: Foxes”
Category: WritingTags: postaday2011, postcard fiction, Stories
Posted on December 17, 2009 by Megan
I find myself working on a highly disturbing poem these last two days. One granted by the muse to some degree (I haven’t had to fight for it), but it leaves me wondering why exactly this? I think it might be quite good, though… Continue Reading “Stories I never tell.”
“When poets stopped telling stories, they not only lost a substantial portion of their audience, they also narrowed the imaginative possibilities of their art. As long as there have been potes, those poets told stories. Those stories were rarely about their own lives but… Continue Reading “Thinking about poems and stories.”
Category: MeTags: poetry, spoken word, Stories, Writing