by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Sep 17, 2008 | catching moments, poetry |
Last Friday night, at Leon Coverson Stadium in Greenville, Georgia, the Patriots faced the Cougars. It was the red and black against the blue and white. At the start of the game, the sun lingered behind a cloud. A few minutes later, smoke from the concession stand...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Sep 13, 2008 | poetry |
I’m a writer. A writer who hasn’t yet published her novel. And I had a dream. Not I have a dream–which of course I do, to publish a novel. But I had a dream. In my dream, a literary agent told me my writing wasn’t good because it was...
