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Month: March 2017

crows

crows laughing and bouncing and sharpening their beaks crows rustling their feathers lost in their own shadows crows in a jagged line on a telephone wire crows dipping in a rosy puddle crows gathered round the fallen crows streaming towards the sunset weighing down the boughs allopreening, lost in a private moment crows swooping in front of cars and stooping on the gas station roof and rooting through the trash crows foraging in trios, loosely…

Cooking and writing

I’m extremely lucky to be married to a former chef who catered for sitting presidents. Yes, I certainly get all of the consumption benefits of having a chef under my roof — but more importantly, I get a world-class firsthand education in how to food. I haven’t just learned “how to make a dish that tastes good.” That’s actually pretty simple: Follow a good recipe. What I’ve really learned is how food behaves. What the…

The Parentheses Process

I love details. They’re sort of the hallmark of my style, especially in my short stories — I choose very specific but arbitrary details, putting down broad strokes about a world I hardly know yet. I’ll describe how the clay coins of the realm feel in one’s hand, for example. Or the name and earthy smell of the new-fangled liquor everyone in the land is addicted to. But sometimes, instead of getting caught up in…

View from the office

Moving sucks. Especially when you get caught in an inch of snow for three hours, five minutes away from each of your two homes (former apartment, future home). But, this place was totally worth it. This is the view from my desk, or something like it, when we eventually get the combination library-office set up. (!!!!!) No complaints here. The whole studio team is here, too, all under one roof. The Shames have, as they…