How to become a literary, a luminary, to know and feel a sparkling flash of purpose and sense of self? In college, I dreamt of becoming a big city fish. In New York, I'm finding that everyone's a piranha.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Almost Published
Well, at a fine literary magazine I am published, anyway.
Still working on that book, but in the meantime, check out the journal and let me know what you think!
4 comments:
Anonymous
said...
That is beautiful. I seem to remember reading excerpts on your blog?
This quote gives me chills: "Love is fickle and destructive before it’s everlasting, small talk is the only talk I know, and flowers are sent as contrition. Memories are null and void."
Barely the definition of an adult, I'm trying to navigate through the city, the scenesters, the lackies, the lonely, and wondering if
I'll ever fit in.
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4 comments:
That is beautiful. I seem to remember reading excerpts on your blog?
This quote gives me chills: "Love is fickle and destructive before it’s everlasting, small talk is the only talk I know, and flowers are sent as contrition. Memories are null and void."
Wow. So good.
... Floored, H. Floored.
goosebumps. loved it.
Thank you everyone!
Yes this started as a post on the blog...and now it's a published piece!
Just goes to show you that our silly little musings are actually worthwhile sometimes--though I do write many, many things that are not!
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