Once upon a time there was nothing to say.
Whatever there was to say had been said earlier. Words had been crafted and tweaked and sent out all over the place.
It had been a busy day.
So nothing put its feet up, and had a cup of tea.
Nothing had 3 cookies. Nope. No words came. So, nothing figured it would call something next Sunday, and see if something could get in touch with anything and they could speak together and cough up some language and that language would become a story.
Wishing you all a great week, and some silence to chew on, when you need it.
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Stephanie Barbé Hammer is a magical realist prose fiction writer, novelist, occasional essayist, and a committed, intermittent poet, as well as a passionate instructor of writing. A 7-time nominee for the Pushcart Prize she has published work in Hayden's Ferry, Pearl, CRATE, Rhapsoidia, NYCBigCityLit, the East Jasmine Review, Apeiron, Inlandia, Literary Alchemy and the Bellevue Literary Review among other places. She is the author the fabulist novel THE PUPPET TURNERS OF NARROW INTERIOR (Urban Farmhouse Press), a novelette, RESCUE PLAN (Bamboo Dart Press), a prose poem chapbook collection, SEX WITH BUILDINGS (dancing girl press), and a poetry collection, HOW FORMAL (Spout Hill Press).
Stephanie's new novel PRETEND PLUMBER is available for order from your favorite bookstore, and her poetry chapbook CITY SLICKER will release in July 2022.
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