My Cup of Tea, photograph.

My Cup of Tea: Manuscript Development

I once spent an entire day at the New Hampshire Craftsmen’s Fair looking for the perfect mug; any tea drinker will tell you, the mug matters. Similarly, any writer will tell you their editing team makes all the difference. Over the past few weeks, I’ve had the privilege of being a beta reader for a…

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Poetry, Prose, Collaborative writing by strangers.

Prose By 8 Strangers.

  I don’t remember the last time I went skinny-dipping. I don’t remember the last time I ate a pickle. I definitely remember the last time I was touched. I absolutely remember the last time I died. You were there, holding my hand, promising me anything, everything — a bike ride on your handlebars on that endless August day, your…

Illustrations of Nothing.

A blank page is a multitude of things. It is a fresh start. It is a daunting, empty vessel with no direction. It is an opportunity ready to be seized. It is an illusion of an unknown result. It is a story waiting to be written.

Green Screen.

This was probably my most introspective and contemplative project so far, in my entire lifetime. I began ripping up newsprint. In reading fragments and phrases, incomplete thoughts and statements began to blend together. I started at the upper left and headed to the right, following the natural instinct of one trying to read. I turned…