ANNE HODGES WHITE

NARRATIVE NON-FICTION

"The flute reed remembers the marsh of its birth."

Where’s home for you? Me, here: a dynamic attention brought to the moment, composing the writing-to-be as close to the impression as...

Messages along the road: writing the collage one shard at a time

“Collage is pieces of other things. Their edges don’t meet.” “… the many becoming one, with the one never fully resolved because of the...

The Goldilocks Zone

Search for a place that’s ‘just right’ … says the fairy tale. Looking for a place to write is like the astrophysicist’s search for a...