Is this you? As a journalist, you can create a free Muck Rack account to customize your profile, list your contact preferences, and upload a portfolio of your best work.
Claim your profile
To pray, not to ask, but to have the line open. To listen to the almost silence on the other end, to know your almost silence is being listened to as well (distant cars, clicks of a keyboard, a child laughing), to know your listening is being listened to (both sides on speakerphone, no one speaking) as you go about your respective days, tiresome appointments, dark highways.
Permission to use that snowball you've been keeping in the freezer since 1998. For a poem? she asks. What else? I say. I'll trade you, she says for that thing your mom said at the park. What was it? "God, that mallard's being a real douchebag"? Yes, that one. Deal, I say. Okay, how about the Korean boy who walks past our house late at night, singing "Moon River"? Oh, you can use that, I say, I wouldn't even know what to do with it. But there is something else.
Honourable mention in the 8th Annual Geist Literal Literary Postcard Story Contest. Daniel took an axe to a young fir tree in the grove behind the dance school. Trevor immersed himself in a book on the elements of typography. Clive smashed his mother’s favourite vase and spent the next week painstakingly gluing the pieces back together. Rob spent all his free time at the gym, building a coat of muscle around his slender frame. Michael gazed at his drink as if it were a jar of dimly glowing fireflies.
As a journalist, you can create a free Muck Rack account to customize your profile, list your contact preferences, and upload a portfolio of your best work.
