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A Writer's Work (is never done). What I’m Reading. She liked the cold. Not the sort of freezing cold that made you shiver, but the permeating, ever-present cold that tinged her whole world from November to March or April. She liked the cold, but not the dark. She washed her face, and as the tea brewed, she pressed her back against the kitchen window to let the cold in. It didn’t snow any more. Temperatures steadily increased and a few days later, all the snow had melted. It rained twice after that. It sn...
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A Writer's Work (is never done). What I’m Reading. August 4, 2015. They say that in your dreams you can be anything you want. You can travel to incredible places. I can no longer even dream the world I want. My dreams now are too strange, inscrutable, and usually end with a group of people watching tv. And in so many of them I see you across a room, near but too far. Posted in Flash fiction. The words do not want to come. August 3, 2015. Another month. Another Monday. July 2, 2015. It’s one of thos...
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A Writer's Work (is never done). What I’m Reading. August 4, 2015. They say that in your dreams you can be anything you want. You can travel to incredible places. I can no longer even dream the world I want. My dreams now are too strange, inscrutable, and usually end with a group of people watching tv. And in so many of them I see you across a room, near but too far. This entry was posted in Flash fiction. The words do not want to come. Blogging Back to Life →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Lipstick, prett...
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The words do not want to come. | Between Worlds
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A Writer's Work (is never done). What I’m Reading. The words do not want to come. August 3, 2015. Another month. Another Monday. For some time now it’s felt as if everything is about to fall apart. I’ve been standing on the edge for so long, somehow managing to balance. There are all these saying about how things falling apart might be the best thing that’s ever happened to you, but I am extremely doubtful. I think I’d be too tired to build anything out of the rubble. This entry was posted in life. A Res...
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A Writer's Work (is never done). What I’m Reading. The (Un)Importance of Leap Day. February 29, 2016. The hourglass is a fitting timepiece because time slips from our grasp like fine sand. Today was February 29, the disproportionately talked about “leap day.” Some people like to make a big deal about it, but really it’s just a day. You hear all kinds of things about leap day that don’t make sense. A whole extra day! Blogging Back to Life. December 31, 2015. I bought this domain name specifically because ...
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Deva Jasheway | Between Worlds
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A Writer's Work (is never done). What I’m Reading. Author Archives: Deva Jasheway. The (Un)Importance of Leap Day. February 29, 2016. The hourglass is a fitting timepiece because time slips from our grasp like fine sand. Today was February 29, the disproportionately talked about “leap day.” Some people like to make a big deal about it, but really it’s just a day. You hear all kinds of things about leap day that don’t make sense. A whole extra day! Blogging Back to Life. December 31, 2015. I bought this d...
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A Writer's Work (is never done). What I’m Reading. Tag Archives: flash fiction. August 4, 2015. They say that in your dreams you can be anything you want. You can travel to incredible places. I can no longer even dream the world I want. My dreams now are too strange, inscrutable, and usually end with a group of people watching tv. And in so many of them I see you across a room, near but too far. Posted in Flash fiction. The End (version 2). January 12, 2015. Posted in Flash fiction. End of the world.
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A Writer's Work (is never done). What I’m Reading. August 4, 2015. They say that in your dreams you can be anything you want. You can travel to incredible places. I can no longer even dream the world I want. My dreams now are too strange, inscrutable, and usually end with a group of people watching tv. And in so many of them I see you across a room, near but too far. Posted in Flash fiction. A Response to Neil Gaiman's Graduation Address. National Grilled Cheese Poetry Month. The Reason for Writing.
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loss | Between Worlds
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A Writer's Work (is never done). What I’m Reading. The words do not want to come. August 3, 2015. Another month. Another Monday. For some time now it’s felt as if everything is about to fall apart. I’ve been standing on the edge for so long, somehow managing to balance. There are all these saying about how things falling apart might be the best thing that’s ever happened to you, but I am extremely doubtful. I think I’d be too tired to build anything out of the rubble. A Langston Hughes Poem. June 13, 2011.
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longing | Between Worlds
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A Writer's Work (is never done). What I’m Reading. August 4, 2015. They say that in your dreams you can be anything you want. You can travel to incredible places. I can no longer even dream the world I want. My dreams now are too strange, inscrutable, and usually end with a group of people watching tv. And in so many of them I see you across a room, near but too far. Posted in Flash fiction. A Spot On My Vision. October 5, 2011. Posted in Flash fiction. A Response to Neil Gaiman's Graduation Address.
