<![CDATA[STORIES - Blog]]>Tue, 01 Aug 2023 00:29:58 -0700Weebly<![CDATA[Tue 1/24/23]]>Wed, 25 Jan 2023 19:51:32 GMThttps://www.lynncullivan.com/blog/tue-12423Picture
On Sally Scully’s Bench
To Tyshawn Sorey’s Autumn Leaves

Faded blue jean sky. 56° of sharply slanted sunlight setting aglow early pink and white magnolia blossoms. Wispy clouds, riding a cold and strengthening breeze, kaleidoscope chilly shadows on the rain-dampened earth.
]]><![CDATA[Antihumanist]]>Sun, 02 Jan 2022 02:02:44 GMThttps://www.lynncullivan.com/blog/antihumanistThe third edition of the Antihumanist is out, and contains at least one absolutely amazing short story - and one of mine, too.
]]><![CDATA[warm bench]]>Sat, 06 Mar 2021 22:26:17 GMThttps://www.lynncullivan.com/blog/warm-benchWarm bench. Wood chips scuffed away from under my feet. Half a dozen different browned leaves and patches of detached trunk moss. Stems of varying lengths and widths. Chunk of orange peel. Something silvery. Tussocky grass a leg-and-a-half stretch away, quickly filling-in to make a springy, green clearing. Short, white-petaled flowers randomly distributed, then clumped together. Freckles on the lawn. Light, fitful breeze, cool when it blows through the soon-to-bud but still winter bare branches. Flicker of cars beyond a mix of trees. Some firs still green, cherries close to bloom. Ocean rumble of tires on asphalt, cresting in a revving motorcycle engine. Patches of blue overhead, but mostly wispy clouds, moving fast. More breeze. Storm coming.]]><![CDATA[January 29th, 2021]]>Thu, 28 Jan 2021 23:11:47 GMThttps://www.lynncullivan.com/blog/january-29-2021Still working on it!
]]><![CDATA[January 28th, 2021]]>Wed, 27 Jan 2021 22:21:42 GMThttps://www.lynncullivan.com/blog/12721Working on the website. Figuring out the blog. At some point this space will capture thoughts and observations. Right now, though, this text is just a placeholder. Sorry about that!
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