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Songs I Sing When I'm A-Lonesome  (A List)

Songs I Sing When I’m A-Lonesome (A List)

April 5, 2013 · by Bluebird Blvd. · in The Bluebird Pillow Book

These are the stories that writers do not tell.  Some weeks the words do not want to come to you.  You cup your hand and beckon; they shy away.  So, you write your way into their presence.

The Poem Will Not Bite You: Sonnets Demystified (Lesson Four)

May 5, 2012 · by Bluebird Blvd. · in Humor, I Promise It's Not Gonna BIte You, Writing

            SCENE:  A set for a cooking show, but the view from the camera is crooked and lopsided.  COURTENAY BLUEBIRD is speaking loudly to the cameraman.   BLUEBIRD:  (Gesticulating wildly.)  Joe!  Keep that steak over…

The Poem Will Not Bite You: Sonnets Demystified (Lesson One)

April 26, 2012 · by Bluebird Blvd. · in Humor, I Promise It's Not Gonna BIte You, Writing

            Earlier this week I posited seven shaky hypotheses my overheated brain currently believes. Many of you believe in similar hypotheses.  Especially the one about dessert. What surprised me most is how many of you…

Our Sunday Best: The Myth of the Second Act

April 1, 2012 · by Bluebird Blvd. · in Our Sunday Best, Truer Than True Confessions

            Near the beginning of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s writing career, he penned The Great Gatsby, a modern age novel that explores, explodes and exiles every deeply held myth of the American Dream. Toward the end…

Our Sunday Best :  Most Have Their Norgays (Dialogue Edition)

Our Sunday Best : Most Have Their Norgays (Dialogue Edition)

February 19, 2012 · by Bluebird Blvd. · in Our Sunday Best

Miles Massey: Few great accomplishments are achieved single-handedly, Wrigley. Most have their Norgays. Marilyn Rexroth is even now climbing her Everest. I wanna find her Norgay.

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Courtenay Bluebird is a professional writer and photographer. As a writer, she has penned features and columns for major newspapers and magazines. Her poetry, essays, and fiction have been published in respected journals. As a photographer, she has hung four two-person shows. Bluebird Blvd. is her first, and only major blog. She's so happy you stopped by today.

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