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by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Nov 21, 2012 | place, the day |
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Nov 20, 2012 | place, the day |
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Nov 12, 2012 | catching moments, journeys, my writing, place, shapes |
For the last two weeks I’ve been an artist in residence at Ragdale in Lake Forest, Illinois. If you haven’t applied, apply now. The most wonderful people are here to make sure your work comes first and that you don’t have to worry about anything....
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Sep 16, 2012 | Columbus GA, memoir, memory, place |
In Paul Auster’s latest, Winter Journal, written in the second person, he lists his 21 permanent addresses–or, acknowledging the inadequacy of the adjective, his stopping places. Enclosures, habitations, the small rooms and large rooms that have sheltered...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Aug 27, 2012 | catching moments, life, place, the day |
I arrived on a Saturday in the rain and clouds and rough seas, loving every minute of it. On Tuesday, about 7:50 pm, I was lying on the sofa reading when I noticed something was different. It was the sun–I hadn’t seen it since I’d been there. It was...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jul 13, 2012 | place |
So the first week of June, I finally crossed the threshold of one of the little cottages in the photo at the top of the blog. Primrose, or #22, would be my writing cottage for six days. I know as a writer I’m supposed to have the words to describe experiences,...
