Think Globally, Read Locally
A sustainable, local literary magazine
Book Review of “Millionaire Marketing on a Shoestring Budget” by Debra Jason
Review by Kelly M. Welsh Millionaire Marketing on a Shoestring Budget is an easily-accessible, personable, and inclusive guide to marketing in the modern world. If you are just getting started with a business, or you are a seasoned professional looking for a little new inspiration, this book is the perfect fit. Debra Jason shares...
“The Sweater Story” by Ava Klinger
Every native Coloradan knows that even if it’s a nice day, you are going to want to bring a lightjacket or sweater with you if you plan to be out past sunset. I know this. Colorado has been my home since birth. My story begins on an Indian Summer day in mid-October. The blue sky, bright...
Book Review of “Fig” by Sarah Elizabeth Schantz
Fig by Sarah Elizabeth Schantz Margaret K. McElderry Books Hardcover: 352 pages ISBN: 1481423584 Review by Sarah Hahn Brooks, author of The Beginning of Us What happens to a girl whose mother becomes consumed by schizophrenia? How will her world fragment? How will she know what is real, and what is delusion? How will she become...
“No Stars on Eighth Avenue” by Carlo Burriesci
Scotty sipped the first of two Jamesons while sitting at a cramped wooden booth inside O’Leary’s. The lighting was dim – as if the bar sat at the bottom of a lake. Shamrocks lined the brick walls despite it being weeks before Thanksgiving. This is where Scotty was told to wait. These bars around Penn...
Sunday, April 12 — Book Reading and Discussion with Sheila Paxton
Sheila Paxton will host a Literary Salon on Monday, April 12. The Salon is fashioned after the great salons of Paris in the Eighteenth Century, and is free and open to the public. Attendees talk about their writing successes and challenges, solicit advice, and share their experiences. Sheila Paxton is an award-winning relationship coach. She...
“Bike Gang” by James Garside
Skinny boys on skinny bikes cycle through the city with impunity. Their tires caress the street like fingers on skin. A crisp formation of columns dissolves, splitting lanes of traffic and trickling through the gridlock. Falling back into line, they reassemble on the other side. Color-coordinated componentsrotate in relentless rhythm without commands or cadence calls....
“Soot” by Ginnie Duran
In the summer of 1992, I took a job in Glacier National Park as a Biological Technician measuring the re-population of plants destroyed by fire in the remote North Fork region of the park. In Glacier, thirty-eight thousand acres had burned in 1988, the same year as the highly publicized Yellowstone Fire. The project argued the value of...
“Song for Bob Dylan” by Ed King
I met him once, a long time ago, on the road out of town with his old jacket and his guitar. Of course, they were banned then (guitars were, not jackets), but for some reason it didn’t alarm me. I asked him in passing if he intended to walk all the way to Mobile. He...
March 22, 2015 — Optimizing Your Author Website
A website is essential for any modern author to promote work and expand his or her fan base, but many emerging writers find the task of putting together a website daunting. This hands-on workshop will give you the tools you need to plan, write and build your writer’s website. You do not need to be...
“Check-In Words” by Paul Handley
“I think we have everybody here. Let’s get started with our check-in word. Please give your check-in words in order so Jerry can transcribe on the whiteboard,” said moderator Madelyn. “Cat.” The first response is accompanied by laughter from the speaker. “Interesting,” said Madelyn, “let’s continue.” “Good.” “Excited.” “Young.” “The youth vote is in,” said...
March 13, 2015 — A Mixer for Writers
Use any means necessary to get to the Boulder Writers’ Workshop Member Mixer, from 4 to 6 p.m. on Friday, March 13, 2015. If you want to be around other writers who “get” what you are doing, this is the place. There is a cure for cabin fever, and it involves socializing and lots of...
“In Case You Forgot” by Vivian Underhill
We stole a day. You and me, we made off like bandits with twenty-four hours, and we drove to the coast to enjoy them. We wandered through the bayberry and beach grass, across the dunes and along the shore alone, two small stones in the rushing air, eddies in the current where the wind could hide. Clouds raced...