Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Twilight on Fig Street
Another dream I can’t remember, except emerging at the end from a rusty, circular car wash, seeing the name “Fig” on a very tall street sign and a row of fig trees yellowing alongside a rutted four-lane road. I also heard the word twilight — unless I just thought of that now.
Recently Linked: Yesterday, a few hours after joining Recently Banned Literature, Ma-Li Kleidon wrote to tell me she had added my novel, A Listening Thing, to the Gaia Community bookshelf. While I was there, I also discovered Ma-Li’s blog, where she expresses her love for reading, writing, language, and more. Thanks, Ma-Li.
Stage III: “It helps to forget. It helps to remember.”
In the Forum: imagining imagined imaginations.