Lisa Thornton

That's my story in the outer portion of the right front leg of this book!

The grasshoppers are here, jumping like popcorn in a pan with no lid. I cleaned out the birdhouses and left the fronts open. The full moon will dry them out.

Two pink copies of Richard Brautigan’s Trout Fishing in America with a black and white pic of a man and woman on the front in front of a Ben Franklin statue.

Replaced this book because I lost it but then I found it. Feels fitting that I continue buying copies until I have a good collection.

Fun in the mouth, easy on the eyes!

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Making tea and clearing my morning schedule

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Last night I opened the windows at dusk & surrounded myself with poetry books, like one of those circles of candles u see in the movies. I read & wrote til it was too dark to see. I summoned three poems.

Flash Fiction: Drum Circle by Laura Remington The more I listened, the more the drumming made sense. Glued together by a few steady beats, pleasing, ever-shifting patterns formed in the chaos.

"The more I listened, the more the drumming made sense. Glued together by a few steady beats, pleasing, ever-shifting patterns formed in the chaos."

Flash Fiction: Drum Circle by Laura Remington
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Very good story (with a cat) alert! 🐱

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I let my dad tell me the story again of the black clock & how my grandpa worked as a chauffeur for a man in the Shaker colony & the man liked him so much, was so impressed by my grandpa, that he gave him this clock. Have I told u the story of this clock, my dad asks at least once a year. No, I say.

Thought yeah I'll play an old favorite for my son while we're driving and then cried through all of Alice In Chains "Don't Follow." Whoops.

I'm impressed by those of you able to write 5000!!

It's so interesting how personal that natural word count is! Like the length of a sigh. Mine is around 1200. Beyond that, I feel like I'm babbling.

😂 Honestly do not know how you do it! I have to give myself at least chapter word limits or else I just freeze up.

How do people write without word limits? Like I'm in a vast desert or a moonscape with no borders. When is it over? Where does it end? How do I choose which words when all words are possible??

Thanks!

The Snow in Duluth Lisa Thornton   The boy I met on a rooftop in Nepal, the one who pushed a rowboat onto the lake in the middle of the night while monkeys screamed at us from the trees, calls me in a dream. He …

This one of mine has to do with dreams, but maybe not exactly what you're looking for? pitheadchapel.com/the-snow-in-...

The orange sun rising over a still lake, the reflection of wispy clouds on the water and a tree to one side hanging over the water in the foreground.

Just before I snapped this, a pack of coyotes to my left started howling. Maybe at the sun peeking over the trees? There were 13 cormorants waiting for us in a tree around the corner. When the sun finally rose, it lit up the mist orange like the water was on fire.

A golden leaf with darker patterns coming from the center lying on a dirt path.

Day 1 camping: bald eagle, golden eagle, egret, woodpecker, this incredible leaf.

My Side of the Mountain - Orion Magazine On Jean Craighead George’s most famous book, Walden’s legacy, and the dream of togetherness

The most astonishing part of My Side of the Mountain to me as a child was not the winter outdoors, the grinding or picking or surviving harsh conditions. It was how clearly his family saw him in the end & respected his choice. I loved this reminder of that.

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Thanks for your concern.

Thanks, will do!

Going camping in the wildfire smoke bc this is the only air we have. The future is here and I don’t like it that much. Will look for herons and report back.

A Good House Two days before our family moved into a boxy, modern, three-bedroom home—our first house, forty miles outside Boston and across the highway from the poetically named Long-Sought-For Pond—the painters ...

Every edition of @thesunmagazine.bsky.social has something that breaks & mends me. It is a thrill to share something of mine there. Now go get a subscription!

A picture of “The Superior Peninsula: Seasons in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan” by Lon L. Emerick on my lap with a wooden coffee table in the background.

The unique thrill of falling into a book you found in a thrift store, that’s not famous or old or taught. Just a book by some guy who loves something you love and cared enough to write about it. A book just for you.

Doritos are non-essential. Doritos are pleasure based. Doritos are above and beyond. Welfare to keep you barely alive, not to make you happy.

“I’ll look for you. Look for me.”

Cute!