Category Archives: Friday Morning Workshops

Postcard to Marian

Posted on March 27, 2011 by pdxwriters

by Katy Mayo-Hudson After fifteen years of consideration, Lucy decided that a postcard would do. She shuffled out of the bus and crossed First Avenue, ducking in the rain. On Upper Post Alley she found an artsy tourist shop, and … Continue reading →

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Dear Marian, V

Posted on March 22, 2011 by pdxwriters

by Gayle Seely Who cares what date it is! Marion: I decided to just put this postcard in my letter: too much to say to fit on a postcard! We are in a warming spell here and it is wonderful … Continue reading →

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Dear Marian, I

Posted on March 21, 2011 by pdxwriters

Dear Marian, Buenos Aires reminds me of Depot Bay—the seafood restaurants, the small fishing fleet, the sidewalks filled with vendors. We have much to talk about. This morning, the salt spray woke me up from my dream about you. I … Continue reading →

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Dear Marian, II

Posted on March 21, 2011 by pdxwriters

by Kirsten Chambers Dear Marian, I loved the moose! And, finally, you had a bear sighting! What did you mean “you don’t have it together”? I know you suffered some time ago when we lived in NYC. Actually, now that … Continue reading →

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Dear Marian, IV

Posted on March 21, 2011 by pdxwriters

“Dear Nancy, Owen just called to say he loved my 5 flying swans and I get a free ticket to the concert. Dig it. Love, Marian” The photo said Mariner Apartments—Naples Florida: It was one of those crappy postcards you sometimes … Continue reading →

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The New House

Posted on January 4, 2011 by chupie

Some people swore that the house was haunted. At least that’s what mama said, but not until after they’d moved in. Lizzie wondered if the ghosts were nice to you, did that count as haunting? Because ‘haunted’ sounded scary and … Continue reading →

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Cutter

Posted on November 8, 2010 by gayleseely

Cutter was standing in front of the wagon apron, looking out into the darkness at the pale blue beginnings of dawn. It won’t be long now, he thought. Things are never as long as people think they’re gonna be. Stupid … Continue reading →

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Waiting

Posted on November 7, 2010 by gayleseely

It was three days before they found out.  Days that were long expanses of empty hours, flowing like glaciers in front of them. They soaped the reins, and adjusted the bits; they curried the horses, and drew water;  they oiled … Continue reading →

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Coffee

Posted on October 5, 2010 by gayleseely

The burst into her nostrils was rich and acrid and voluptuous and libertine. It turned on something inside of her. She reached out to touch them. Luxurious dark beans bathed in sensual oil, they were the fruit of some distant … Continue reading →

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The New House

Posted on October 5, 2010 by chupie

Some people swore that the house was haunted. At least that’s what mama said, but not until after they’d moved in. Lizzie wondered if the ghosts were nice to you, did that count as haunting? Because ‘haunted’ sounded scary and … Continue reading →

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