Category: Literature
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Crawling with the literati at APRIL’s Seattle LitCrawl
Our own new/hipness/literati/ice cream/microbrew diva, Sarah Anne Lloyd, crawled around with the literate folks at Seattle’s APRIL LitCrawl and almost forgot to tell us about it. Nevertheless, I wrested her photos from her as Bill and Ted would say “most heinously” so that you could…
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Project Top Hat
Courtesy of the lovely Julie Hoverson, we present to you an original script from her audio drama series, 19 Nocturne Boulevard . This episode, “Project Top Hat,” was originally podcast on January 2, 2012. For more information on the series, check out Julie’s own website…
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The Show Must Go On, Part 2: The Story We Tell Ourselves
I’ve signed up to do a storytelling show, though I’m not a natural storyteller. I pitched my story because being in a show sounds like fun. Because oral storytelling is a skill that I want to learn as a writer. Because I used to be…
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The Show Must Go On
In about eight weeks, I’ll be in a storytelling show, down here in Tacoma. And having signed up for this show, I am now cursed (or blessed) with abundant irony. I am terrified that I don’t know how to tell a story.
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Before the rhytidectomy
Assuage their vanity with tools of rhetoric and anything they pay to hear; sacrifice the flesh as a halal butcher hangs carcasses to a commercial god.
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Sonnet for Abe
My love for you continues to this day. With our photographs and history I stay. Writing stories of our life together keeps me brave: Alive, and feeling better.
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Bushwick Book Club Seattle watches the Watchmen
One of the marvelous things about the Seattle arts community is its literary heart. Few environments can boast of lit-driven ensembles like Book-It Reparatory Theater and the Bushwick Book Club Seattle. Beginning in 2010, Bushwick members have taken great risk in drawing musical inspiration from…
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Donny’s Big Break
“Why can’t the world be unfair to me? Why do I always get exactly what I deserve?”
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Stuck: the Right to Atrophy
Is the pursuit of the right to atrophy a dramatically compelling one? This is the question that continues to occur to me as I reflect on playwright Jessica Hatlo’s Stuck, up now at Washington Ensemble Theatre.
