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Poetry
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Sunday, 08 January 2006 |
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Like the imagination itself, a poem can be a time machine,
allowing the user to move freely between the present and the past—even the very
distant past—and the future.
The setting of my poem “Dry Falls” is a deep coulee, or
ravine, in what is now the dry, central desert of Washington State. Between 10,000 and 15,000 years ago, when the
earth’s climate was very different from what it is today, this area was
repeatedly scoured by floods unlike any in our current era of relative climatic
stability.
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My World
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Wednesday, 04 January 2006 |
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In the late 1980s, my family and I were planning to leave on
vacation, traveling in our small motor home to the forests and beaches California. We were to leave right after work, and toward
the end of the day, I remembered something I had forgotten to do in preparation
for the trip: go to The Bookworm,
my favorite used book store, and pick up reading material. Long hours on the road, long evenings of
leisure to read, and no books! This is
the stuff of nightmares. |
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Prose: Creative Nonfiction |
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Prose
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Monday, 07 November 2005 |
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One of the most popular literary genres today is one that had no name just a few decades ago: “creative nonfiction,” also sometimes called “literary nonfiction.”
So what’s “creative” about creative nonfiction? For one thing, the composition: that is to say, how it’s constructed. |
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