by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 30, 2008 | my writing, stories |
My story, “Frosting,” appears in Contrary’s Winter issue. Here’s a little piece of it: “It was overcast and warm. Also, sticky. And still. Too still. I sniffed and inhaled the smell of rain. That was easy. But there was something...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 29, 2008 | journeys, shapes, truth |
In July, I read Arlington Park by Rachel Cusk, a writer I’d never read before. Upon finishing the novel, I immediately wanted to reread it. Instead, I began a journey that has lasted four months: reading each of Rachel Cusk’s books in the order she...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 27, 2008 | reading |
“Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that it’s an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all our heart and mind…” Carlos Ruiz Zafon, The...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 24, 2008 | details, the day |
If you can find twenty minutes, you can listen to Dylan Thomas’ story “A Child’s Christmas in Wales,” read by the author–courtesy of Salon.com. The written story is also available online. Thomas grounds the story of this long-ago...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 23, 2008 | the day |
“It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags!” “And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!” “Maybe Christmas,”...
