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WRITE AROUND ASTORIA
In September of 2025 the Indescribable Scribes, a prose and poetry writing group affiliated with the Astoria (Oregon) Writers Guild, sponsored a day long writing workshop.
TENNESSEE BY WAY OF ASTORIA - by Janeen Phillps
Ogling tourists and transitory travelers attempting to “find themselves” are drawn to Astoria.
LEWIS AND CLARK WALK INTO ASTORIA - by Tim Wintermute
Clinging to a cup of coffee from the Astoria Coffee Shop and a notebook as if they were life preservers, he makes his way through the Cargo showroom near Astoria, Oregon's waterfront.
AT THE BUS STOP, SEPTEMBER 17TH - by Jan Horning
I have become a fearful woman, after becoming a frightened woman.
UNKNOWING - By Tom Ewell
One of the more humbling realizations during this Trump administration is that it has forced me to confront how much I don’t know.
A STORY TOLD IN MIRRORS - By Janeen Phillips
She watched in fascination as her older sister primped at the bathroom mirror ...,
CLEANING HOUSE - By Janeen Phillips
Change won’t come in the winter; even though the sound of rain, like sharp nailed fingertips, drums with impatience on my roof.
A RECKONING ON THE TIBETAN PLATEAU – by Ani Takati
Five of us, including the Chinese driver, were crammed into a Toyota land cruiser that bounced along on the vast Tibetan Plateau.
ANYA’S RECITAL: LESSONS LEARNED by Sue Smaltz Burrus
Anya and Kerensa, my granddaughter, have been friends ever since they met as college freshman percussion students four years ago.
MUSINGS ON MORTALITY by Tony Lopresti
My name is Tony Lopresti and today my ego took a hit.
EXAMINING AMAZON: THE REALITY OF WORKING FOR THE GLOBAL RETAILER by Vic Johnson
I am a full-time Tier 1 Amazon Associate at a Fulfillment Center. It’s a love/hate mutually-parasitical relationship.
THIS ONE WAS FOR NEPTUNE - By Tony Lopresti
A visit to a public beach in Calabria leads to witnessing a woman's encounter with the god of the sea
THE CENTER AISLE - By Tony Lopresti
My name is Tony Lopresti and I’ve been a lector since I started high school.
IMPOSSIBLE! - By Sue Smaltz Burrus
How is it that an innocent remark made by a seven year-old comes around again and again
THE BEST OF JOBS AND THE WORST OF JOBS - By Steve Wintermute
My father is a font of wisdom and once gave me this sage advice
MY RIGHT KNEE - By Judy Dean
This morning I woke up with my cheeks wet with tears.
JUDY MEETS OCEAN: PART ONE – By Judy Dean
I’m a freshwater kid at heart.
THE VALLEY – By Judy Dean
Some places have the power to change the way we look at and live in the world. This is the first in a series
ON VULNERABILITY - By Jackie Falk, M.Div.
This is an essay drawn from a sermon preached on World Communion Sunday, October 7, 2018, at Peace United Church of Christ, Duluth,...
CORNER OF CALIFORNIA AND FILLMORE - By Judy Dean
I woke up to the sound of foghorns: long, deep, incessant foghorns.
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