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Category Archives: early fiction
Why they did what they did
There they were, all in a row, crowding the wires strung high over the street, balanced over tight-gripping claws, looking something like small crows. But they were sparrows. They spoke to each other frequently, calling out over this wing or … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafediting, conceptualizing, early fiction, writing fiction
Tagged courage, love, sharing, song, sparrows, time, wisdom
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The Umbrellas of Harlem
This past Thursday in NYC, it rained. It was the first rainy day since last autumn that was warm enough so people weren’t bundled up. The vernal equinox was only a day away. The light was lovely — warm and … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafetti, ...writers' work, composing, early fiction, inspiration, writing fiction
Tagged colors, D.T. Max, Duplicity, Harlem, New Yorker Magazine, NYC, rain, short story, spring, Tony Gilroy
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