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fragilevixenfic · 3 years

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My AO3 Fanfiction Links (Current)

“I’ve never really thought about making a “Master List” of my own work but I figured, now is the time to do so. If any of the links are incorrect just let me know. I fix.

Adding in a “keep reading” tab because the list is starting to get long and intense.

Each fic is categorized and easily referenced. I’ll update as I go.

X Files

Series

Into The Shadows

XII (COMPLETE): A serial killer targets victims and leaves behind symbols of his affection -- but who is his intended target and what will it take to discover the truth? (This has a lot of trigger warnings)

Dance In The Dark (ONGOING Chapters 12/? Posted **UPDATED): With the continuing murder trial of Miles, Mulder, Scully, and Max are confronted by the VCU with a case that seems to be mimicking the pattern by their, now infamous, psychopath on trial.

Echoes and Whispers

Parallel (COMPLETE): The aftermath of the three little words that Mulder says to Scully in his hospital bed after being rescued from the Queen Anne as it re-appeared in the Bermuda Triangle...and the strange connection that Scully starts to feel to a memory that Scully couldn't possibly have.

Only The Night (ONGOING): Mulder and Scully begin their undercover assignment as an engaged couple with the assistance of Skinner at the University of Maryland to catch a serial rapist, putting their newly formed physical bond to the test in this sequel to “Parallel”.

Casefics

Falling Away (COMPLETE): Kersh’s assignment partially splits the team as Scully goes undercover under the watchful eye of Mulder as they both assist on an operation with SWAT and FBI personnel. (A gift for Greta)

Veritas se revēlet (COMPLETE): (The title is roughly translated to let the truth be revealed in Latin) An impromptu wild goose chase leads Mulder and Scully to the drifts of a winter-locked Tonopah, Nevada—where a little more than the embodiment of Mulder’s imagination takes shape between the walls of the Mizpah Hotel in the dead of winter. (A gift for @monikafilefan)

She Walks at Night (COMPLETE): Mulder’s knack for getting himself and Scully into sticky situations leads them to the heart of NOLA at the tail end of Hurricane season after barely surviving a Floridian storm—to investigate a rumor of a notable Voodoo Queen and missing girls trying to bring her back. (A gift for @starbuck09256)

Intrigues in the Dark (COMPLETE): A string of suicides leads Mulder and Scully to a sleepy, coastal town in Oregon for the second time—on their return to The X File—as tensions run high and nothing is as it seems. (A gift for @admiralty-xfd)

By Light, Unseen (COMPLETE): A series of re-opened cold case murders with one link…they’d been drained of every drop of blood and wore the same, haunting stare toward the sky with their lips aghast as if they were still screaming. (A gift for @serahsanguine)

Post-Series

A House is Not a Home (COMPLETE): The mere thought of raising a newborn in a world full of horrors has every part of Scully’s emotional irrationality over firing on a chilly, winter evening. Mulder wants nothing more than to show her that not everything is gray and grim. (for @danceswithcybermen)

Remember the Reason (COMPLETE): Post Series (Part 1 of the “Little Redhead Series”). Mulder and Scully already knew that life with a newborn would be difficult but the first Christmas with their two-month-old daughter throws every curveball…some worse than others, some more humorous. (For @underworldobsessed)

Confectioners Sugar & Snow Drifts (COMPLETE): Post Series (Part 2 of the “Little Redhead Series”). Mulder spends the morning bonding with Eliana by having a Christmas baking session while Scully is out shopping for gifts. Messes, mayhem, and a healthy dose of laughter ensue. No moment is ever dull as the snow falls outside.

The Easter Bunny was a Fox (COMPLETE): Post Series (Part 3 of the “Little Redhead” Series). Scully has to pick up Bill, Tara, and a couple of surprise family from the airport, leaving Mulder alone with their 6-year-old daughter, Eliana, on Easter Morning. All she has for him are curiosities as Easter’s non-Christian ideology unfolds before her eyes…creating the most unique bonding opportunity for a father and his daughter. (For Flicked_Switch)

Angst/UST/RST

Caught in the Rain (COMPLETE): A dark, rainy night leads Mulder and Scully to a hole in the wall bar where glasses of Scotch and unresolved tension is re-visited.

Or We Can Burn (COMPLETE): Post Never Again - expansion and continuation of the aftermath surrounding what Scully has been hiding from Mulder.

It Lingers (COMPLETE): The aftermath of trauma and the lingering effects of Mulder’s risky attempt to recover the truth about Samantha’s abduction leads to a revelation from Scully about her own coping mechanisms and flashes into a past she doesn’t fully remember...and the path to which they lead thereafter. (For @red2007)

Fluff/Humor

Nervous Laughter (COMPLETE): It’s been two full days since their tender, albeit brief, moment at the stroke of midnight and Mulder decides to be brave and methodical by inviting Scully over for a little movie and popcorn night for a film that has stayed locked in his mind as her favorite—The Exorcist. (This is a gift for @rationalcashew)

Lamplight & Shooting Stars (COMPLETE): It’s Spring-time in DC and spontaneous, mutually taken vacation time has become a personal mission of Mulder’s to surprise Scully with so much more than an escape from their norm—and the unseasonable, uncomfortable city heat. (For @underworldobsessed)

Into the Nightlife (ONGOING): A little paid vacation time never hurt anyone, right? (Not giving anything away this time)

Smut

Insomniac (COMPLETE): Another lonely, sleepless night, another dingy motel, and another town that isn’t home for Mulder…but, something changed, with the last gasp of the air conditioner as his partner, and best friend, chooses to walk through the adjoining door. (Expanded writing exercise)

Vultus in Speculo (COMPLETE): The last of the paperwork on the Strickland case has been finalized and filed and Scully goes off for a drink at a known FBI watering hole. Mulder is invited but doesn’t show up until after Scully is halfway through a drink—giving him an opening to inquire about a whole lot more than her flirtations with the Sheriff in the booth of a rooftop bar. (written for @msrheadcanon

Phosphorescence (COMPLETE): Still reeling from their experience in North Carolina, Mulder and Scully take a much-needed excursion to the coast of Oregon, where a flicker of light becomes more than a curiosity in the middle of the night. (Written for @anniexami)

The Darker Side of Love (COMPLETE): Mulder does not want to talk but he does not want Scully to leave, either. (This is for the MSR fanzine vol 3)

Ficlets/Drabbles/Short Prompt Collection

Affirmations and Protestations: “Fluff and Angst” Prompts (ONGOING):

Chapter 1 - "You Weren't Supposed to Hear That" - prompt #5, 61, 77

Chapter 2 - "Shout!" - prompt #19, 61 (From Valerie)

Chapter 3 - "Litost" - prompt #1, 85, 97 (From Monika)

Chapter 4 - "Ad Infinitum" - prompt #42 (From Minuete)

Chapter 5 - "Brick" - prompt - After Scully calls Mulder in the ep Emily, she asks him to bring her some things from home. Her journal falls to the floor and Mulder sees some things written about him that she has never allowed him to know. (from Monika)

Chapter 6 - "I'd rather be oblivious" - prompt #46 (from Annie)

Criminal Minds

Angst/UST/RST

Dulce Periculum (COMPLETE): Maxine and Spencer have continued seeing each other, in spite of the interference brought to the surface by Cat Adams. Spencer continues to work closely with the BAU after it nearly dismantled, with signature members scattering to the winds, leaving behind only a few, including himself, to keep working on their caseload. After a long, intense case, Spencer returns home to a little more than a can of worms. (A gift for an anonymous prompter)

Law & Order: Special Victims Unit

Angst/UST/RST

Chasing your Silhouette (COMPLETE): They’d learned each other’s quirks and intricacies on the job—but when did it become over the line? When did physicality become a detriment to them once they’ve taken off their shields? When did they realize the line in the sand no longer existed? (This is meant to take place a couple weeks after “Zebras” – had to assume a timeline, I don’t remember actual dates)

Paternity Redux - Time Just Stopped (COMPLETE): Her strength has always been immeasurable—but sometimes, something has to give and a string breaks. Nothing will ever be the same.“I’m trying my best, that is enough.” - UnknownThis is part of a challenge, to right a series of wrongs in an episode that has perpetrated many a discussion of “What Could Have Been”. WriterKC, Liv.Einziger, JustAnotherBookWorm78, MrsWellRested, EORocks, AlexisDawn, ChriskaPeach, and I have stepped up to the plate to do just that.

Oblivion (ONGOING 9/? Chapters posted ***UPDATED***): The undercover operation in Oregon takes an unexpected, unpleasant turn for Olivia Benson as an injury turns her life, and career, upside-down leaving her with pieces of her memory scattered in the wind.

Humor

Unlock the Door (TENTATIVELY COMPLETE 2/2): Olivia returns home from a celebratory series of shots with Kim Greylek and lets Elliot Stabler hear a little more than she ever intended to in the aftermath.

Series

Polaroids and Promises (COMPLETE): The Special Victims Unit has undergone an enormous amount of changes in the past six months, to the point that they are drastically undermanned—until a transfer from the 13th precinct brings new life, and a little chaos, to the team. Will her addition prove to be a permanent shift or a flash in the pan?

Discarded Dignity (COMPLETE): Elora continues to gain much-needed confidence as a member of the Special Victims Unit but an arrival booked for trespassing, assaulting an officer, and disorderly throws her progress into chaos as her past jumps to the surface. Will she be able to look beyond the misstep to solve one of the most convoluted cases she’s faced?

Contract Corruption (ONGOING 10/?): Dickie Stabler and Justin Andrisani are in over their heads--and the members of SVU and the Organized Crime task force must come together in order to set things right.

Law & Order: Special Victims Unit/Organized Crime Crossover

Series

Words of love, words of lies, words of loss

Age of Regret (COMPLETE): Elliot Stabler has never been good with words but ten years and a double on the rocks in a lonely room will make a man pour his heart out…in any way that he can.

Infidelis (COMPLETE): Elliot had been haunted by too many ghosts; expectations, fantasies, and a promise that he knew should never be kept. It was time to lay them all to rest. “I do not regret you…I regret what you did to me.” - Unknown

#My fics #X Files #Criminal Minds #this is ongoing #someday soon #this will have SVU on it #all the fics #Law and Order: Special Victims Unit #yes I have more #no they are not all done #I'm a little crazy #Organized Crime #crossover

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thechembow · 3 years

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Absolute Failure of Trails, Total Lies in the Weather Forecast

Nov. 26, 2021

It’s almost funny to watch what happens in a high OR atmosphere when the inter-dimensional interlopers can barely get through and then their remains are smeared around in a spiraling OR vortex before completely disappearing. This has been happening all day.

There is most definitely rain on the way for California in about a week, maybe sooner in the north. As you can see, the jet stream is normal again, moving steadily from west to east. Yet they persist in their insistence that the winds are from the east, and say it will be this way indefinitely. They are wrong about today, and every other day in the forecast. I suppose they don’t think anyone is also looking at the satellite imagery they supposedly get their forecasts from.

The other egregious lie in the forecast is that they are not projecting rain for California in the next week. They think the clouds know where the Oregon/California border is and will stop sharply there. This is an outright lie. If you dig a little, you can see chances of rain in Sacramento and farther north within a week.

They are pushing a story right now about dry and warm winter conditions in the west, which is far from the truth. In reality it is already very cold here (24 degrees in the mountains the other morning!) and rain is coming soon, as can be seen from the actual weather data. We also have already had record breaking rain in California following Project Newsom (gifting Sacramento), and it’s not even rainy season yet, They conveniently seem to be forgetting this, while fake water shortages are now being declared.

I will have more information on the general state of things coming up, because people are very concerned about the air traffic they’re seeing. Please make sure to watch the trails and see what they are doing, not just the fact that they are there. They will be there for a long time because they are part of a running computer program and it’s up to us to short circuit it with orgonite gifting. If you see the trails breaking up, puffing up like clouds, or twisting, this is an indication of orgone energy cleaning them up in the sky. More details soon on the nature of the DOR based air travel and the hologram they are using to trick us into thinking we’re seeing planes up there.

#orgone #orgone energy #orgonite #orgonite gifting #planetary healing #california #sacramento #free energy #planes #ufo #chemtrails #clouds #rain #weather #weather war

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kathydsalters31 · 4 years

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The Very Best Winter Coats For Dachshunds as well as Other Hard-To-Fit Adventure Dogs

October 17, 2019

1 Comment After living in New York City for several years, Mike as well as I(Steph)transferred to Portland, Oregon in mid 2016 with two suitcases as well as our long-haired dachshund Django. Every weekend break we would certainly drive east with Django and also go hiking in the Columbia River Gorge. Django’s sausage pet legs have to do with 4 inches high, however he would stay up to date with us on the routes, pitch in cold hill streams, and also fetch sticks around one of the most magnificent falls.

October rolled around, as well as Mike and also I began to understand why Portlanders call rainfall the “Portland mist”. It appeared to shower and also drizzle constantly. Unfortunately, this implied that by the end of every walking, Django would be cool and drenched with a mud-caked underbelly.

Our rainy journeys in the Pacific Northwest inspired us to create two efficiency pet coats: the

Reversible Puffer Winter Dog Coat as well as the City Slicker All Season Dog Jacket & Raincoat. Both pet dog coats shield versus cool, rainfall , mud, offer complete insurance coverage-including the upper body and upper tummy!-as well as are developed to withstandcountless cycles in the washing device. The Reversible Puffer-For Cold Mountain Trails as well as Snowy Sidewalks The Reversible Puffer was DJANGO’s very first canine coat style as well as is currently a ideal marketing pet dog coat on Amazon. When developing this pet dog flatterer vest was to create something warm enough for the coldest winter journey yet comfy enough to sleep in, our goal. We’re amazing proud of the end outcome.

Reversible Puffer enables enough air movement to avoid getting too hot. Totally reversible, you claim? Absolutely. Our Reversible Puffer was developed for you to enjoy 2 unique looks in one. Just bear in mind that the coat’s interior lining is cotton fiber and as a result not waterproof. For this reason we absolutely suggested utilizing the waterproof exterior

shell on snowy, slushy, or wet days. Insulated vs. Non-Insulated Dog Coats While particular breeds are biologically equipped for winter season conditions( i.e. Alaskan Malamutes and Bernese Mountain Dogs), most canines are equally as conscious the chilly as we are. As a rule of thumb, if it is also cold for you to be outside, then it is also cold for your pet. Short-coated or hairless canines without undercoat, plaything types, dogs with low body fat, and dogs with short legs are most at risk and can easily get hypothermia if left outside in freezing temperature levels.

An excellent quality insulated canine coat is an important enhancement to your dog’s winter wardrobe. As mentioned over, the included layer of insulation will certainly trap warmth against the body, keeping your canine much warmer than any kind of non-insulated jacket. With that said said, there are times when your pet dog will not need the triple-layer protection and also heat of a shielded coat like our preferred Reversible Puffer. Non-insulated pet coats are made to provide a lightweight and breathable layer of defense without the added built-in-layer of insulation. They efficiently fend off wind, mud, water, and sand as well as can

be made use of all year round. The City Slicker- A Lightweight Dog Jacket Designed for Rain, Shine, and Everything In Between

DJANGO’s

City Slicker All-Season Dog Jacket is an exceptionally flexible non-insulated pet dog coat

. The water-repellent outside shell is 100%nylon as well as

single-coated with water-slicking polyurethane. The end outcome is a water-repellent as well as light-weight performance pet coat. Mike and I currently reside in New York City with Django and our new child boy. On any type of rainy or damp NYC day, you’ll locate Django showing off down the active NYC pathways in his City Slicker. The City Slicker is likewise our go-to pet jacket on cool(yet not freezing )autumn days. Today, for instance, was a warm however really vigorous fall day. It was barely 50 levels this morning when we left for a morning walk in Central Park, and also Django was sporting his Topaz Blue City Slicker to stay warm. Water-repellent vs. waterproof vs. Water-resistant The Reversible Puffer’s exterior covering is waterproof, implying that it is difficult for water to pass through the fabric but not impossible. Said in a different way, the Reversible Puffer will certainly keep your dog dry and also warm in snow and light rain. Extensive durations of heavy rain, nonetheless, will at some point permeate the shell and evaluate down the pet dog layer.

The

City Slicker’s exterior nylon covering is treated with a solid water-repellent finish as well as for that reason offers sufficient defense from snow, slush, and rainfall-even more security than the Reversible Puffer. Given That the City Slicker is not practically 100 %waterproof, however, extended time outside in significantly damp problems (i.e. a tremendous downpour) may cause water at some point seeping into the fabric. 100% water resistant means there is no other way for water to leak into the material.

We definitely researched making use of a 100% waterproof fabric for our City Slicker pet dog coats yet swiftly chose versus it. Why? The most cost-effective and also typical water resistant textile utilized for pet dog coats is Polyvinyl chloride (PVC). I can nearly ensure the material made use of is PVC if you see a water resistant pet raincoat in PetSmart or Petco. PVC is likewise the most eco destructive plastic and has added to a wealth of contaminant build-up in our air, water and food chain. As you can presume, we were not willing to make use of the highly toxic as well as eco-unfriendly PVC material so we can call our canine jackets 100% water-proof.

DJANGO pet dog coats are designed for the majority of small and medium-sized pets

“Are you a dachshund-only pet clothing business?”

We’ve obtained this concern numerous times! And also the solution is a resounding NO. DJANGO pet dog equipment firm develops pet apparel, pet dog accessories, and dog traveling providers for ALL small- as well as medium-sized experience canines.

Django. Django’s massive target market throughout Instagram as well as Facebook has actually most certainly led to an incredible variety of doxies across the world showing off DJANGO gear.

Reversible Puffer Dog Coat collection … Violet Purple! Our Violet Purple Reversible Puffer flaunts the same water-repellent outside covering, heat-trapping insulation, and also a gorgeous grey as well as white tone buffalo check plaid cellular lining made from 100% cotton fiber. See even more Violet Purple here >

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barryswamsleyaz · 4 years

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The Very Best Winter Coats For Dachshunds as well as Other Hard-To-Fit Adventure Dogs

October 17, 2019

Our rainy journeys in the Pacific Northwest inspired us to create two efficiency pet coats: the Reversible Puffer Winter Dog Coat as well as the City Slicker All Season Dog Jacket & Raincoat. Both pet dog coats shield versus cool, rainfall , mud, offer complete insurance coverage-including the upper body and upper tummy!-as well as are developed to withstandcountless cycles in the washing device. The Reversible Puffer-For Cold Mountain Trails as well as Snowy Sidewalks The Reversible Puffer was DJANGO’s very first canine coat style as well as is currently a ideal marketing pet dog coat on Amazon. When developing this pet dog flatterer vest was to create something warm enough for the coldest winter journey yet comfy enough to sleep in, our goal. We’re amazing proud of the end outcome.

The Reversible Puffer has three layers: a resilient water-resistant outside covering, a relaxing 100 %cotton fiber cellular lining, and a hidden layer of insulation that traps heat versus your dog’s body. All together, these layers produce a super sturdy and also cozy pet dog coat that safeguards your puppy from the components without weighing him or her down. Furthermore, in accordance with other high efficiency shielded layers designed for people, our Reversible Puffer enables enough air movement to avoid getting too hot. Totally reversible, you claim? Absolutely. Our Reversible Puffer was developed for you to enjoy 2 unique looks in one. Just bear in mind that the coat’s interior lining is cotton fiber and as a result not waterproof. For this reason we absolutely suggested utilizing the waterproof exterior

be made use of all year round. The City Slicker- A Lightweight Dog Jacket Designed for Rain, Shine, and Everything In Between

DJANGO’s City Slicker All-Season Dog Jacket is an exceptionally flexible non-insulated pet dog coat

. The water-repellent outside shell is 100%nylon as well as single-coated with water-slicking polyurethane. The end outcome is a water-repellent as well as light-weight performance pet coat. Mike and I currently reside in New York City with Django and our new child boy. On any type of rainy or damp NYC day, you’ll locate Django showing off down the active NYC pathways in his City Slicker. The City Slicker is likewise our go-to pet jacket on cool(yet not freezing )autumn days. Today, for instance, was a warm however really vigorous fall day. It was barely 50 levels this morning when we left for a morning walk in Central Park, and also Django was sporting his Topaz Blue City Slicker to stay warm. Water-repellent vs. waterproof vs. Water-resistant The Reversible Puffer’s exterior covering is waterproof, implying that it is difficult for water to pass through the fabric but not impossible. Said in a different way, the Reversible Puffer will certainly keep your dog dry and also warm in snow and light rain. Extensive durations of heavy rain, nonetheless, will at some point permeate the shell and evaluate down the pet dog layer.

The City Slicker’s exterior nylon covering is treated with a solid water-repellent finish as well as for that reason offers sufficient defense from snow, slush, and rainfall-even more security than the Reversible Puffer. Given That the City Slicker is not practically 100 %waterproof, however, extended time outside in significantly damp problems (i.e. a tremendous downpour) may cause water at some point seeping into the fabric. 100% water resistant means there is no other way for water to leak into the material.

DJANGO pet dog coats are designed for the majority of small and medium-sized pets

“Are you a dachshund-only pet clothing business?”

It is most definitely true that DJANGO has an impressive number of dachshund buddies and also consumers which we’re incredibly appreciative for. All credit rating for this mosts likely to our lovable long-haired dachshund and social media sites celebrity Django. Django’s massive target market throughout Instagram as well as Facebook has actually most certainly led to an incredible variety of doxies across the world showing off DJANGO gear.

Keeping that said, DJANGO designs top quality travel and also adventure dog equipment for ALL tiny- as well as medium-sized canine breeds. Both Mike and I grew up around several different canine types and also would not have it otherwise:-RRB- Before you go … Introducing the latest addition to our Reversible Puffer Dog Coat collection … Violet Purple! Our Violet Purple Reversible Puffer flaunts the same water-repellent outside covering, heat-trapping insulation, and also a gorgeous grey as well as white tone buffalo check plaid cellular lining made from 100% cotton fiber. See even more Violet Purple here >

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everydaybrautigan · 8 years

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1/3, 1/3, 1/3

It was all to be done in thirds. I was to get 1/3 for doing the typing, and she was to get 1/3 for doing the editing, and he was to get 1/3 for writing the novel.

We were going to divide the royalties three ways. We all shook hands on the deal, each knowing what we were supposed to do, the path before us, the gate at the end.

I was made a 1/3 partner because I had the typewriter.

I lived in a cardboard-lined shack of my own building across the street from the run-down old house the Welfare rented for her and her nine- year-old son Freddy.

The novelist lived in a trailer a mile away beside a sawmill pond where he was the watchman for the mill.

I was about seventeen and made lonely and strange by that Pacific Northwest of so many years ago, that dark, rainy land of 1952. I’m thirty-one now and I still can’t figure out what I meant by living the way I did in those days.

She was one of those eternally fragile women in their late thirties and once very pretty and the object of much attention in the roadhouses and beer parlors, who are now on Welfare and their entire lives rotate around that one day a month when they get their Welfare cheque.

The word “cheque” is the one religious word in their lives, so they always manage to use at least three or four times in every conversation. It doesn’t matter what you are talking about.

The novelist was in his late forties, tall, reddish, and looked as if life had given him an endless stream of two-timing girlfriends, five-day drunks and cars with bad transmissions.

He was writing the novel because he wanted to tell a story that had happened to him years before when he was working in the woods.

He also wanted to make some money: 1/3.

My entrance into the thing came about this way: One day I was standing in front of my shack, eating an apple and staring at a black ragged toothache sky that was about to rain.

What I was doing was like an occupation for me. I was that involved in looking at the sky and eating the apple. You would have thought that I had been hired to do it with a good salary and a pension if I stared at the sky long enough.

“HEY, YOU!” I heard somebody yell. I looked across the mud puddle and it was the woman. She was wearing a kind of green Mackinaw that she wore all the time, except when she had to visit the Welfare people downtown. Then she put on a shapeless duck-gray coat.

We lived in a poor part of town where the streets weren’t paved. The street was nothing more than a big mud puddle that you had to walk around. The street was of no use to cars any more. They travelled on a different frequency where asphalt and gravel were more sympathetic.

She was wearing a pair of white rubber boots that she always had on in the winter, a pair of boots that gave her a kind of child-like appearance. She was so fragile and firmly indebted to the Welfare Department that she often looked like a child twelve years old.

“What do you want?” I said.

“You have a typewriter, don’t you?” she said. “I’ve walked by your shack and heard you typing. You type a lot at night.”

“Yeah, I have a typewriter,” I said.

“You a good typist?” she said.

“I’m all right.”

“We don’t have a typewriter. How would you like to go in with us?” she yelled across the mud puddle. She looked a perfect twelve years old, standing there in her white boots, the sweetheart and darling of all mud puddles.

“What’s ‘go in’ mean?”

“Well, he’s writing a novel,” she said. “He’s good. I’m editing it. I’ve read a lot of pocketbooks and the Reader’s Digest. We need somebody who has a typewriter to type it up. You’ll get 1/3. How does that sound?”

“I’d like to see the novel,” I said. I didn’t know what was happening. I knew she had three or four boyfriends that were always visiting her.

“Sure!” she yelled. “You have to see it to type it. Come on around. Let’s go out to his place right now and you can meet him and have a look at the novel. He’s a good guy. It’s a wonderful book.”

“OK,” I said, and walked around the mud puddle to where she was standing in front of her evil dentist house, twelve years old, and approximately two miles from the Welfare office.

“Let’s go,” she said.

We walked over to the highway and down the highway past mud puddles and sawmill ponds and fields flooded with rain until we came to a road that went across the railroad tracks and turned down past half a dozen sawmill ponds that were filled with black winter logs.

We talked very little and that was only about her check that was two days late and she had called the Welfare and they said they mailed the check and it should be there tomorrow, but call again tomorrow if it’s not there and we’ll prepare an emergency money order for you.

“Well, I hope it’s there tomorrow,” I said.

So do I or I’ll have to go downtown,’ she said.

Next to the last sawmill pond was a yellow old trailer up on blocks of wood. One look at that trailer showed that it was never going anywhere again, that the highway was in distant heaven, only to be prayed to. It was really sad with a cemetery-like chimney swirling jagged dead smoke in the air above it.

A kind of half-dog, half-cat creature was sitting on a rough plank porch that was in front of the door. The creature half-barked and half-meowed at us, “Arfeow!” and darted under the trailer, looking out at us from behind a block.

“This is it,” the woman said.

The door to the trailer opened and a man stepped out onto the porch. There was a pile of firewood stacked on the porch and it was covered with a black tarp.

The man held his hand above his eyes, shielding his eyes from a bright imaginary sun, though everything had turned dark in anticipation of the rain.

“Hello, there,” he said.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hello, honey,” she said.

He shook my hand and welcomed me to his trailer, than he gave her a little kiss on the mouth before we all went inside.

The place was small and muddy and smelled like stale rain and had a large unmade bed that looked as if it had been a partner to some of the saddest love-making this side of The Cross.

There was a green bushy half-table with a couple of insect-like chairs and a little sink and a small stove that was used for cooking and heating.

There were some dirty dishes in the little sink. The dishes looked as if they had always been dirty: born dirty to last forever.

I could hear a radio playing Western music someplace in the trailer, but I couldn’t find it. I looked all over but it was nowhere in sight. It was probably under a shirt or something.

“He’s the kid with the typewriter,” she said. “He’ll get 1/3 for typing it.”

“That sounds fair,” he said. “We need somebody to type it. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Why don’t you show it to him?” she said. “He’d like to take a look at it.”

“OK. But it isn’t too carefully written,” he said to me. “I only went to the fourth grade, so she’s going to edit it, straighten out the grammar and commas and stuff.”

There was a notebook lying on the table, next to an ashtray that probably had 600 cigarette butts in it. The notebook had a color photograph of Hopalong Cassidy on the cover.

Hopalong looked tired as if he had spent the previous night chasing starlets all over Hollywood and barely had enough strength to get back in the saddle.

There were about twenty-five or thirty pages of writing in the notebook. It was written in a large grammar school sprawl: an unhappy marriage between printing and longhand.

“It’s not finished yet,” he said. “You’ll type it. I’ll edit it. He’ll write it,” she said.

It was a story about a young logger falling in love with a waitress. The novel began in 1935 in a café in North Bend, Oregon.

The young logger was sitting at a table and the waitress was taking his order. She was very pretty with blond hair and rosy cheeks. The young logger was ordering veal cutlets with mashed potatoes and country gravy.

“Yeah, I’ll do the editing. You can type it, can’t you? It’s not too bad, is it?” she said in a twelve- year-old voice with the Welfare peeking over her shoulder.

“No,” I said. “It will be easy.”

Suddenly the rain started to come down hard outside, without any warning, just suddenly great drops of rain that almost shook the trailer.

You sur lik veel cutlets don’t you Maybell said she was holding her pensil up her mowth that was preti and red like an apl!

Onli wen you take my oder Carl she said he was a kind of bassful loger but big and strong lik his dead who ownd the starmill!

Ill mak sur you get plenty of gravi!

Just ten then caf door opend and in cam Rins Adams he was hansom and mean, everi bodi in the thos parts was afrad of him but not Carl and his dead dad they wasnt afrad of him no sur!

Maybell shifard wen she saw him standing ther in his blac macinaw he smild at her and Carl felt his blod run hot lik scalding coffee and fitting mad!

Howdi ther Rins said Maybell blushed like a flower flouar while we were all sitting there in that rainy trailer, pounding at the gates of American literature. -Richard Brautigan

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John Sibley Williams: Poet Interview

Please join me in welcoming John Sibley Williams to the Poetic Asides blog!

John Sibley Williams

John Sibley Williams is the editor of two Northwest poetry anthologies and the author of nine collections, including Disinheritance and Controlled Hallucinations. A seven-time Pushcart nominee, John is the winner of numerous awards, including the Philip Booth Award, American Literary Review Poetry Contest, Nancy D. Hargrove Editors’ Prize, Confrontation Poetry Prize, and Vallum Award for Poetry.

He serves as editor of The Inflectionist Review and works as a literary agent. Previous publishing credits include: The Yale Review, Midwest Quarterly, Sycamore Review, The Massachusetts Review, Poet Lore, Saranac Review, Arts & Letters, Columbia Poetry Review, Mid-American Review, Poetry Northwest, Third Coast, Baltimore Review, RHINO, and various anthologies. He lives in Portland, Oregon.

Learn more here.

Here’s a poem I really enjoyed from his collection Disinheritance:

November Country, by John Sibley Williams

My grandfather digs a double plot with his bare hands in case winter can be shared though he knows grandmother will outlive her heart’s thaw by a decade. I could give him a shovel. Instead

I ball the half-frozen river’s slack numb around my fist, tighten into ice. I will try to be less hard next time. Here in the gray and two-dimensional house we know the answer to rain.

A perforated black arrow of birds moves southward, array. Shrill reports from every side and from the sky the trajectory of abandonment.

Our surfaces are like the river. Our circles have learned to grow edges and crack. Even the birds we compare ourselves to

have left us.

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What are you currently up to?

Apart from being a new father of twins, which, along with writing, sort of defines me now, I’ve just completed two full-length poetry manuscripts that I’m submitting to various contests and publishers.

Skin Memory is an amalgam of free verse and prose poetry that focuses on bodies—human, animal, celestial, landscape—and how they affect each other. Keeping the Old World Lit is a tightly structured set of poems that explores our relationship with history, nostalgia, and cultural and personal regret.

I loved reading Disinheritance. How did you go about getting this collection published?

Thanks so much! I really appreciate that. Disinheritance was a bit more personal, more intimate, than most of my work, so there was a greater emotional risk when introducing it to the world. I’m genuinely touched when someone tells me it resonated with them.

Luckily, the publication process was quite simple. Although I experienced the usual and expected rejections from a few contests and major publishers, Apprentice House Press took it on within a few months of the manuscript’s completion. I wish I had a powerful or inspiring story to share here, but Disinheritance came together easily and found a publisher fairly quickly.

You’re the author of nine poetry collections. Do they get easier or harder as you go along?

Not to sound coy, but both.

Putting together my earlier chapbooks felt like a simpler process, but that’s likely because each was a unique entity with poems written to work together toward the same goals. Those earlier poems were envisioned as short collections. Also, and perhaps more importantly, back then I hadn’t really studied how other poets structure their books.

There’s a true art to making 50, 80, 100 poems read fluidly. There are so many interesting techniques one can employ to create threads for the reader to follow throughout an entire collection. And there is so much culling, so much editing, so many lovely poems that must fall to the cutting room floor for the sake of overall consistency and flow.

So the process of organizing a book has become almost as complex as the writing itself, though it’s also become far more fun and rewarding.

For the individual poems, do you have a submission routine?

Absolutely, and a rather strict one.

It’s taken me years of research and reading hundreds of magazines to create a thorough spreadsheet for my individual poem submissions. I keep notes on their changing editorial focuses and open submission windows. I do my best to match each poem with a few magazines that I feel might enjoy them.

And I track all submissions so that every poem I truly believe in is submitted to around five magazines at a time. It’s a time-consuming process, taking up at least a third of my creative time each week, but it’s worth it.

As a follow up, do you have a writing routine you try to keep?

I became the father of twins about six months ago, so I’m now carving out new, flexible routines that balance writing with life’s many other joyful responsibilities. I still write daily, though usually in fragments, in stolen moments, taking notes that will, hopefully, band together into poems.

I’m currently able to set aside about three days each week for true composition. To balance with the babies’ schedule, I tend to write for a few hours each weekend morning, just after dawn, and I’ve tweaked my full-time work hours a bit to allow me one or two afternoons of writing time.

As to the where of writing, when the notoriously rainy Oregon weather allows it, I prefer to write outside, in open-aired cafes or a nearby park that runs along the southern banks of the Willamette River.

One poet nobody knows but should. Who is it?

I shouldn’t assume what poets readers are or are not already familiar with, but one of my favorite books from last year that didn’t seem to make any of the Best of 2016 lists is Ramshackle Ode, by Keith Leonard. Admittedly, it was published by Mariner Books, so not exactly an unknown press, but I haven’t noticed much buzz in the poetry community about this incredible collection.

Each poem paints a fragile yet stubbornly persistent world, and somehow Leonard manages to both celebrate and eulogize life with a natural grace that feels so intimate, so familiar.

If you could pass along only one piece of advice to fellow poets, what would it be?

There’s a reason “keep writing, keep reading” has become clichéd advice for emerging writers; it’s absolutely true. You need to study as many books as possible from authors of various genres and from various countries. Listen to their voices. Watch how they manipulate and celebrate language. Delve deep into their themes and take notes on the stylistic, structural, and linguistic tools they employ.

And never, ever stop writing. Write every free moment you have. Bring a notebook and pen everywhere you go (and I mean everywhere). It’s okay if you’re only taking notes. Notes are critical. It’s okay if that first book doesn’t find a publisher. There will be more books to come. And it’s okay if those first poems aren’t all that great. You have a lifetime to grow as a writer.

Do we write to be cool, to be popular, to make money? We write because we have to, because we love crafting poems, because stringing words together into meaning is one of life’s true joys. So rejections are par for the course. Writing poems or stories that just aren’t as strong as they could be is par for the course. But we must all retain that burning passion for language and storytelling. That flame is what keeps us maturing as writers.

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Robert Lee Brewer is the editor of Poet’s Market and author of Solving the World’s Problems. Follow him on Twitter @robertleebrewer.

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