Sarah Van ArsdaleApr 18, 20221 min readApril 18Another attempt at the WNYC prompt, on NormalcyNormalcyO the shrill of daffodilsbeneath April’s cloud-clotted skies.But is the greater thrillthe varied vast arrayof human facesblooming?
Another attempt at the WNYC prompt, on NormalcyNormalcyO the shrill of daffodilsbeneath April’s cloud-clotted skies.But is the greater thrillthe varied vast arrayof human facesblooming?
April 27,2022Prompt: a duplex, per Jericho Brown The air so still it makes my heart thrum. I can hear the strumming robins’ wings as they dart and dip...
April 26, 2022On Writing a Novel If I knew how to write a novel, it would be about two sisters in a big, fractured family. They’re in the middle. One...
April 25, 2022On Learning to Paint More often than not, I’ve simply stood in dumb awe at the world, unmoving, unable to speak, a gasp held tight in my...
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