by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jul 9, 2011 | details, journeys, mfa, place, shapes |
where I started each of the eleven days… and where I returned each of the eleven nights…
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jul 8, 2011 | accumulation, Columbus GA, journeys, mfa, the day |
Yesterday, I drove from Montpelier to Boston, flew from Boston to Atlanta, drove from Atlanta to Columbus, where I pulled into the driveway about 6:15 last night. I had big plans for today, but I’m just drifting from one thing to another, not getting anything...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jun 26, 2011 | craft of writing, journeys, life, mfa |
I am at this minute high in the sky on my way to Vermont for my fourth residency, about to begin my last semester at the Vermont College of Fine Arts. How fast the time has gone. And I have loved every second of it–the residencies, the packets, the advisers, the...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Apr 23, 2011 | journeys, life, obsession, place, the day, time |
It’s so quiet now, without the waves pounding in the background. The first week in April we had our own wonderful steps to the beach. I went to the grocery before I left, and after I arrived on Friday, the first, I did not set foot in a car until we pulled out...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Apr 8, 2011 | catching moments, continuous life, essays, journeys, life, memory, mfa, my writing, place, time, truth |
As part of a series at Douglas Glover’s Numéro Cinq, my childhood…
