Tag: Novel
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The Outsider
The sky out my window is that fiery red which makes the heart swell with life and there it is again: that sensational expanding within my chest, rising to my throat, gripping and stinging my eyes. Oh, no. Not again. I bury face into the scarf. Traces of fig leaf and sandalwood bring her rushing…
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A Glimpse of Granada
(from an old rough draft of The Outsider) It’s pouring out. The cobblestones are slick and the alley is narrow and dark and the sky above, that maroon storm-black. There’s smoke and exhaust hanging in the cold air. My breath is thick and the streets shine like glass below the lampposts. My pack is soggy,…
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A Breath of Fresh Air
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I’ve gone and come back, I’ll find it at home. -RUMI It’s been a while. 160 days or so and the whole world has shed its skin time and time again in the act of revisions and the hopscotch…