Comments on: “Matriarchy” (Short Story)

By: carrie

carrie — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 17:35:35 +0000

I’m not much of a critic Cliff but I really enjoyed that. Thanx!

By: Litlove

Litlove — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 00:22:03 +0000

I didn’t come across this in time for the latest edition of the Best of New Writing, but may I have an option on crossposting it for the next edition, please?

By: learning2rite

learning2rite — Tue, 29 Jan 2008 21:59:33 +0000

Thanks Cliff! I liked “In My Room”–looks like a really cool place! Love your writing! L2R

By: Marsha

Marsha — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 09:07:59 +0000

Great ending. And I liked the evocative description: her eyes clear and sharp as broken glass.
Marsha http://www.writingcompanion.wordpress.com

By: ebookguru

ebookguru — Sun, 27 Jan 2008 07:35:11 +0000

Thank you for sharing that, it was an enjoyable read.

By: lazytypea

lazytypea — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 19:27:08 +0000

I love it when stories come out naturally! It almost seems like cheating though if you don’t struggle for a while with it. (And to clarify on my blog, the prof wants us to find our own voice and helps in that journey and she doesn’t force anything on us, except the due dates.)

By: mywritingmentor

mywritingmentor — Thu, 24 Jan 2008 03:40:25 +0000

I scrolled down and saw your work space. I am impressed! Mine is strewn with books, papers, note cards, and various tools of the trade. The coffee cup with fuzzy contents could be my next source of inspiration! Yuck!
Anyway, I love your workspace and your blog. Keep up the great work and try and honor your inner slob with a wee bit of clutter on the table.
Warm regards,
Shannon

By: (S)wine

(S)wine — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 19:24:47 +0000

Nice piece Cliff.

By: kevmoore

kevmoore — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 17:21:04 +0000

Cliff, I liked this very much. It created a lot of powerful imagery in my mind, white clapboard churches and brittle old women in fluttering black, hovering around the main character like crows around carrion. It really showed the nasty white underbelly of a family, that sadly all too often rears up in death. I’ve just recently heard of a friend’s family where such unseemly jockeying for position in the will took place. Life imitating art imitating life? Oh yeah!