I tell stories from life fragments -
arranging reality flat upon the page
until it shows signs of order.
Recently, the process has been here in this public space.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Peter the squirrel and the the tall cedar he was sitting atop were black shadows against the dark blue evening sky. Peter's twitching tail was the only element suggesting the scene was not a perfectly executed paper cut-out.
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