It doesn’t matter how wonderful and perfect your submitted work may be, prepare yourself to be rejected. Every magazine has a different idea of what they think is good and what they want to print.
Novels can take you to another time and place, and with the Global Pandemic raging around me, I was delighted to take refuge within several that were located in exotic places and spanned multiple generations.
If I am feeling irritable from being cooped up too long, a little dancing will make me laugh. Peter is a good partner and he doesn’t step on my toes.
I thought I was writing it for children, but I was really writing it to answer all the questions people would ask me as an artist’s daughter–
Intently reading the final chapters of The Good Mother by Sue Miller, while standing in line to board my Southwest Airlines flight back from Boston to Baltimore, I bent down to retrieve my bookmark that had slipped onto the ground and sensed the woman standing next to me was glaring at me in disdain. Did IContinue reading “Harshly Judged for Reading The Good Mother”
A pro-active poem for healing In honor of Wendi Winters By Nadja Maril June 28th2018 The Facebook post says mark me safe I’m safe, here in Annapolis Maryland I’m safe, I’m safe Did you hear the news? White man with long gun and ponytail An angry vigilante Glass shattered at the newspaper office SeveralContinue reading “Honor of Wendi Winters–Poem for Healing”
(Nadja Maril and Peter Crilly ) This photo has nothing directly to do with the link I am posting to The Stonecoast Review, but it does reflect my state of mind. I’ve got a big smile on my face because I’ve made it through a demanding month of packets for my Masters Program, three toContinue reading “Timepiece: A Bit of Fiction to Share”
Several writer friends have inquired how I came to choose Stonecoast over some of the other low-residency MFA programs.
Dad enjoyed the interaction of looking at student’s work and discussing with them what they thought they saw. He’d ask them questions and they would have to rethink how they’d put their perceptions down on paper, analyzing ways to make their work better. I sensed their respect and enjoyment of the class as soon as they entered the room and it made me feel proud.
“The Essential Herman Maril” is the title of the art show currently featured at Acme Fine Art in Boston. The exhibit of works selected by Gallery owners James Bennette and David Cowan provides the viewer with an opportunity to become acquainted with some of the subject themes important in my father’s life. . His careerContinue reading “Herman Maril, Africa, and Imagery”
Ice Day By Nadja Maril As soon as I see the sun I reach for my coat in the closet. It is time to walk On this ice day. Frozen bits melt into drops Slide down gutters, pipes, trees Plop on to the cold wet mush we once called snow. I match my stepsContinue reading “Ice Day Poem by Nadja Maril”
I hold three crisp green Coca leaves…messages delivered to the fabric of the universe….
Approaching the realm of the condor
I ascend stairs of stone
Lately I’ve been using the phrase “less is more” . It applies to so many things from why I put less sugar in my apple pie to why too many chairs in a room make the space look cluttered. It’s the phrase I use to explain why it’s better to leave open space on aContinue reading “Less is More”
Easter weekend on Cape Cod, walking on a windy beach, the sun shining in your face. It can’t get much better than this! Patterns on the Beach Shapes that look like fish bones Pressed into the wet sand The impressions of undulating waves A thumbprint of the sea. I walk along the ocean’s edge atContinue reading “Poetry on a Cape Cod Beach”