“The soul should always
stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.” –Emily Dickinson
The
Selcouth
(the
unfamiliar, rare, strange but marvelous)
These nooks will be a breed of
their own, a specialty for the most discerning of authorian tastes.
Certain
genres, particular styles, discriminating literary forms linger and twiddle their
diaphanous thumbs in these spots like restless ghosts. Only a writer may find
them. Only a writer’s words may free them.
“Poppycock,” you claim?
“Twaddle, tripe, or
tommyrot,” you chortle?
Take a peek at these nooks
and tell me your dramatist heart doesn’t flutter in the least.
Come on. I dare you.
Unlike the Writing Nooks, The Selcouth will be brief glances at holiday rentals, bed and breakfasts, or
little inns which call to my poetic heart. Why each destination made into The
Selcouth will be explained, of course, but often the reason will need few words.
Ready for your first peek?
Find me here tomorrow then...
Chloe Stowe
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