[Reblog] upstream — anne a p a r t

This piece evoked all kinds of memories for me, so it felt very much like anne was writing directly to me (she wasn’t, of course, but that makes it all the more notable for that reason).

Without going into details of my own too far, it conjured up memories: traipsing around Swede Hollow in my 20s, before they’d cleaned it up in earnest and really turned it into a useable park, and memories of fly-fishing for trout along Fishtail Creek in Montana with my great uncle, a man who always had a story to tell (and had a katana from WWII that I always coveted as a child).

Anyway, anne knocks this one out of the park as far as I am concerned. Check it out if you have five minutes to spare in the next few days.

Aidy and her grandfather walk memory lane and get their feet wet in the process. Grief, flash fiction, 5 minutes.

upstream — anne a p a r t

[reblog] weekly prompt for february 25th — anne a p a r t

As I’ve been telling folks lately, I’m spreading out a bit to try and get some fresh perspectives on writing and the writing community: some of it via Instagram, some of it via Twitter, some of it with exploring Facebook (but mostly for referrals, rather than writing) — links for all other accounts are in the header, if you are interested.

But I didn’t post this to talk about me.

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1984 — The Lustful Empress

Who knew That George Orwell Was a reverse historian; Writing history Disguised as fiction Before it even happened. ~~~ ❤👽 ~~~ *** Ruminating, are we, Angel Eyes…? *** *** Never has a work of literature reflected the current and sad state of Western society more accurately. *** *** This is the only novel I have […]

1984 — The Lustful Empress

TJ has inspired me to revisit 1984 and, honestly, I think I like it much better this time around than the last time I read it. I think the last time I read it was probably around 1984, so that might have something to do with it, which seems unlike me, as I went through a bout of reading a bunch of books that people hated reading because they were required reading in school, or because they were considered classics in my late teens and early 20s. I know I read Animal Farm several times since those years. You know – Red Badge of Courage, almost everything Hemingway, Tropic of Cancer, Lord of the Flies, Beowulf, Le Morte de Arthur, Kafka, Sartre, Camus, Salinger… not everything, but I sure made a dent in “must read” oldies.

Maybe that’s what I need to do, read old literature. I’ve been eyeing Hemingway again… Thanks, TJ.