Nepotism
You breathe fire for the audience, a bravado thin as vellum. Behind your fingers a tongue waits it’s turn for celebrity asses and all gather round to roll the black ball. Continue reading Nepotism
Author: Charlotte Hamrick
Charlotte Hamrick’s creative writing and photographs have been published in a number of literary journals and anthologies. Her debut prose chapbook, Offset Melodies, is included in Grieving Hope (ELJ Editions), a collection of five microchaps. She is Managing Editor for Reckon Review.
Tigers
“So this is what I will do. I will gather together my past and look. I will see a thing that has already happened. the pain that cut my spirit loose. I will hold that pain in my hand until it becomes hard and shiny, more clear. And then my fierceness can come back, my golden side, my black side. I will use this sharp pain to penetrate my daughter’s tough skin and cut her tiger spirit loose. She will fight me, because this is the nature of two tigers. But I will win and giver her my spirit, because … Continue reading Tigers
#SundaySentence
“I don’t need blingetty-bling on my ass.” — From Women in Clothes by Sheila Heti, Heidi Julavits, Leanne Shapton & 639 Others My contribution to David Abrams’ “Sunday Sentence” project in which participants share the best sentence read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” Continue reading #SundaySentence
Renovations
In a few days I’ll be closing this blog to make some changes. Every so often I get a bug up my butt and feel like shaking things up on the old blog, so there ya go. Some things I’m considering doing are: Changing the name from Zouxzoux to my name, Charlotte Hamrick. Making the first page static and having it be an “About” page. Making a page for photography. Hiding all the old poetry and only showing published work. Possibly keeping a page for miscellaneous blogging. I haven’t made up my mind on this yet. What do you think? … Continue reading Renovations
Hot Reads 8/31/14
I’m sharing a little piece I wrote over on my other blog about some flash fiction I’ve recently read. I hope you’ll pop over and read it. Continue reading Hot Reads 8/31/14
Sunday Sentence
“Too many people have become self-appointed privilege police, patrolling halls of discourse, ready to remind people of their privilege whether those people have denied that privilege or not.” — Roxane Gay, Bad Feminist My contribution to David Abrams’ “Sunday Sentence” project in which participants share the best sentence read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” Continue reading Sunday Sentence
Wordless Wednesday
Morning Meditation 8/10/14
Cool-ish is good enough in the dog days of August at 8:30 in the morning as I hose off the bamboo littered patio, anticipating my first sip of dark French roast and the pop of a fresh Georgia peach in my mouth. Dear Sunday morning, what is it about you that always starts out so hopeful? Continue reading Morning Meditation 8/10/14
The Writing Life
You most likely need a thesaurus, a rudimentary grammar book, and a grip on reality. This latter means: there’s no free lunch. Writing is work. It’s also gambling. You don’t get a pension plan. Other people can help you a bit, but essentially you’re on your own. Nobody is making you do this: you chose it, so don’t whine. — Margaret Atwood Continue reading The Writing Life
Sunday Sentence
“His heart was like gristle when she bit down but she just chewed and chewed and didn’t spit it out.” ~ “Put Your Wild Heart Between Her Teeth” From Every Kiss a War by Leesa Cross-Smith My contribution to David Abrams’ “Sunday Sentence” project in which participants share the best sentence read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” Continue reading Sunday Sentence
