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Linda J. Berry
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Writer, author, reader, editor, artist, creative director, movie buff, nature and animal lover
Writer, author, reader, editor, artist, creative director, movie buff, nature and animal lover

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When you were small,we watched you sleeping, waves of breath filling your chest. Sometimes we hid behind the wall of baby, soft cradle of baby needs. I loved carrying you between my own body and the world. Now you are sharpening pencils, entering the…
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Haunted by the violent deaths of his Marine brothers in Afghanistan, twenty-eight-year-old Sully returns home to Oregon wanting to piece his fragmented life back together. His homecoming is tainted, however, by the long-buried secrets of his invalid…
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By Dana Gioia from 99 Poems. So strange to hear that song again tonight Traveling on business in a rented car Miles from anywhere I’ve been before. And now a tune I haven’t heard for years Probably not since it last left the charts Back in L.A. in 1969. I…
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It wasn’t that he wanted to take his life. He wanted to take his death into his own hands. There was a difference, he knew, though he couldn’t articulate it. More speculative than suicidal, more curious than depressed, more interested than not, he didn’t…
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By Literary Agent Kristin Nelson & Angie Hodapp For the Part 1 of this article series, click here. For the Part 2 of this article series, click here. Angie Hodapp and I recently teamed up to bring wit and wisdom to writers who want to work on craft.…
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My father was a volcano spewing lava that night, tables became timber — curtains fell, walls crumbled. My mother was a hummingbird darting between him and us wings humming false promises that evaporated in the heat. In the next room, my sister and I…
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My grandparents owned the land, worked the land, bound to the earth by seasons of planting and harvest. They watched the sky, the habits of birds, hues of sunset, the moods of moon and clouds, the disposition of air. They inhaled the coming season, let it…
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