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Free Hand Drawing 101
by cheri block sabraw During college, Delia worked as a nude model for beginning art students enrolled in FreeHand Drawing 101. Her body, a house of layers and fat, offered rich practice in dark and light shadowing, especially for new … Continue reading
A Life Unfolding
Not all people are handsome or beautiful or witty or charming. So thought Fanny, a small 12-year-old girl. She thought herself unattractive. Not ugly but not pretty. Just plain. It’s what’s on the inside that really counts, said Fanny’s mom. … Continue reading
First Hamster Point of View
Day has come to an end. The light in Fanny’s room is beginning to slip through the Venetian blinds and soon, at exactly 6:30am, her Mickey Mouse alarm clock will sound, she will stretch her legs out long and sit … Continue reading
Exercise in description (3) Soaptree Yucca
This is the third of three posts that concern the story I am writing for my book. If you want to follow it, go back and read Murder at the Monument (1) and (2). Thanks! In the late spring, the … Continue reading
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Murder at the Monument (2) Ellen Stern
His wife, Ellie, had packed that lunch the night before, as she grudgingly had done for the five years her husband had worked for the government. The dryness of their New Mexican environment—their home, their workplaces, their relationship—had begun to … Continue reading
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Tagged description, voice, White Sands
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Murder at the Monument (1) Edward Stern
The desert floor on a hot day seems to breathe, as if the earth’s lungs labor under the pressure of the heat; fine dirt and smooth rocks expand and contract in the slow rhythm of another world’s music. Winds shift … Continue reading
Posted in Murder at the Monument ( a story of New Mexico), My fiction
Tagged description, desert, White Sands
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