That’s when I trip over a piece of driftwood. Or something. It’s long and narrow and half buried. I stumble in the sand and hit my head on it. It gives a little, but it does hurt. I put my hand to my forehead, shake my head, open my eyes. And there I am lying … Continue reading Story Time Sunday, 09/22/13. Taraxacum part 5
Story Time Sunday on Monday, September 16th 2013, Taraxacum, part 4
Interesting, I think. I didn’t know there were Ninjas in 17th Century France. “Qui êtes- vous?” I say. It’s a kind of basic question I’ve asked before, but as I’m seeing, it’s generally a question worth asking. “Je m’appelle Christine,” says a voice in halting French. So, this is the other Christine, I think. The … Continue reading Story Time Sunday on Monday, September 16th 2013, Taraxacum, part 4
Story Time Sunday, September 8th 2013 — Taraxacum — part 3
"Chère Madame," I say to the lady. "Why do you want to travel through time?" "L'avenir," François answers. "We crave the future." I take the miter off, and look at the very large ring I took from the bishop before I whacked him. "The future is not better exactly." "It will be better for us," … Continue reading Story Time Sunday, September 8th 2013 — Taraxacum — part 3
Story time Sunday, Monday 09/02/13 Taraxacum — part 2
Dear friends -- our story continues... I'm on the alert for muggers since my days in NYC. So, I karate chop the guy with the torch. He falls with a curse and the clatter of metal. I grab the torch, and run over to the the guy with the dandelions on his hat. He has … Continue reading Story time Sunday, Monday 09/02/13 Taraxacum — part 2
story time sunday, August 25th 2013 — taraxacum, Part 1
Taraxacum I am walking in the Jardin des Plantes because Joseph said it was a good thing to do and it's free and it's Sunday, and nothing else is open, so we walk a long way it seems from the historical center of the city towards the university. Joseph is a strange hairless boy with … Continue reading story time sunday, August 25th 2013 — taraxacum, Part 1
Frantic Friday bonus story, August 23rd 2013 — the robot that learned fear (grimm brothers riff [with thanks to Gina Warren]))
Once there was a robot that had two robot children. The elder child was a tiny, lithe robot made of white Apple circuit boards and it worked hard all the time harvesting the data and making the upgrades on the all the systems that ran their world. But the younger robot was stupid and lazy … Continue reading Frantic Friday bonus story, August 23rd 2013 — the robot that learned fear (grimm brothers riff [with thanks to Gina Warren]))
Manic Mitwoch with Mitzi Notnagel, Simone Baumbaumziegfieldstravinskyshalom (neé) Stein und me
Dear friends of the unreal -- I have been playing around with Pessoa's concept of the heteronym for a couple of years. This summer, director/writer Grier Jewell offered to record my heteronyms in action. The result is an amusing meditation on Rousseau, Murray Bookchin, and Chuang Tzu on the nature/culture binary. It was also the … Continue reading Manic Mitwoch with Mitzi Notnagel, Simone Baumbaumziegfieldstravinskyshalom (neé) Stein und me
Stories time Sunday! — Whidbey’s Gang of 8 – August 18th 2013
Here are 8 amazing stories -- lyrical, vengeful, confessional, speculative, whimsical -- from 8 writers in the Whidbey Island MFA program. Please give a listen and enjoy. Whidbey Air NILA Writers(scroll down for mp3 link) (Thanks to Gwen Samelson of Whidbey Air Public Radio)
story time sunday 08/11/13 — a picture’s worth a thousand words
once upon a time there was this.....
story time sunday, 08/04/13 — an Aesop reboot
Once upon there was a woman who ran slow. She also swam slow, jumped slow (which meant she couldn’t really jump), and swung a bat or a racket or a golf club slow. There was nothing wrong with her physically. She had two legs and two arms and two knees and two feet and two … Continue reading story time sunday, 08/04/13 — an Aesop reboot
Stephanie Barbé Hammer Writing (Un) Real 