What can YOU say in six sentences?
Carin Cryderman has not received any gifts yet
The downtown bar was cold, dark, and quiet, except for the sound of an occasional cocktail glass hitting the tile counter as the young bartender put them away; it was clean and smelled of bleach and now, smoke, as my attorney lit up another and exhaled, a milky cloud escaping the left side of her mouth and then quickly vanishing as she began debriefing my pre-divorce proceedings from the previous hour, rattling off words like dick and motherfucker as though they had been a part of her…Continue
She arrived alone, careful to avoid his glance as she joined him on the bench. The clerk called their names and escorted them to the courtroom; it felt clinical and routine, like a doctor appointment. When the judge read the names and birth dates of their daughters, she focused her attention on a loose thread, still attached to her pants, and wrapped it tightly around her finger. With the beat of a gavel, fourteen years ended in twelve minutes. She picked up her purse, followed him…Continue
Feeling inexplicably inspired to write, yet inept, as I seek to delightfully discover some satisfying sort of creative catharsis. Perusing prose and poetry, I search for a trigger that will produce, poignantly perhaps, just the right literary lingo I long for. Wanting to write, read, and repeat until I enjoy the rhapsodic rhythm of words worthy of Whitman and Whittier. Something eloquent, I hope, engaging and entertaining with musical metaphors mirroring mighty masters of cleverly crafted…Continue