Alicia Keys & John Mayer in New York

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My first “reviewer”

Ray,
I read your book today. Amazing! I posted my reviews on Amazon & Goodreads. I shared it on Facebook & Twitter too. I will be including it in my book recommendation section of the weekly email that goes out this Friday. (I would love to have you sign up if you are interested.) I also do reading list posts on my website and will be including your wonderful book in one of those in the near future.
It was a pleasure working with you. Please consider me for any future books. I hope if you are happy with my review process you will share my name when appropriate.
Kindest regards,
Gina

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My first solicited “stranger review.”

Gina R Mitchell

January 14, 2019

Format: Kindle Edition
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Three Hundred Words, with Ray Tatten December 3, 2018 sevenbridgewriterscollaborative

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My Writing Journey with Seven Bridge Writers Collaborative

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“He’s not a dull man…”

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GETAWAY

Warm air and the scent of the Aegean blew across the beach. A silhouette of brown, rock hills surrounded the shore creating a bowl, a cove that made a fine place for summer holiday getaways.

The blue-green tide persisted to its highest, its relentless breakers arriving in rhythmic sets, pounding the shore, reaching before flattening and returning into itself.

Above the high-water, on soft, milky sand, hot, mid-day sun punished a woman whose body offered the only shade for her companion, a tiny girl who crushed close. An older boy stood near and while the woman’s attention remained with the girl, his gaze followed a gaggle of men who surrounded an empty rubber raft that slapped and bobbed on the surface of the water, restrained only by a rope held by one hand.

Sprinkled across the sand, other women sat, some with a child, others with two or many. Surrounded by bags, they seemed contained in their own groups, but together, while the men near the raft moved with purpose and gestures, conversing, looking sometimes toward the women, or at the hill behind the beach. The only sound was the constant crush of waves.

Money passed, and men pointed.

A man waved, and a woman stood. Another man yelled and then another, waving to the women who all stood, gathering bags and children and themselves before hurrying with awkward gaits toward the men.

As the people crushed inside, the crowded raft settled lower into the water before two last men guided the vessel into the retreating surf, then struggled onto the sides and began to row.

A lone man who’d remained on the beach scampered up the hill where he turned and watched as the tide pulled the swollen craft west, further out into the Greek sea.

 

 

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PACKING

“Oh my God, Walt, are you sure?”

“Yeah. So here’s Helsinki. They just came on. They got the same results…Japan too. This thing’s gonna hit.”

Until now, neither man had conversed, remaining focused on their own computers in an empty room full of other computers.

The man who first spoke left his station and moved near Walter’s shoulder for a better view of his screen.

“Model says 42.3 degrees North, 72.6 East…Northhampton, Massachusetts.”

“When, Walt? What’s it say, I mean when…exactly?”

Walter continued reading.

“Same as we got — 02:46. In twenty-one hours.”

“Jesus Christ! What are we gonna do?”

“Gonna do? What the fuck, Harold, the thing’s over a quarter mile wide! It’s gonna obliterate everything within a five-hundred-mile radius. I don’t know what to tell you. There will be nothing left. Think about it. The ice cap will melt, adding twelve feet to the ocean. England will go under along with half of Europe. That’s right away. In forty-five-minutes, there will be a tidal wave that will take out the Eastern Seaboard. Gonna do? Jesus, Man!”

“I’m sorry Walt, I know, it’s just, I just never thought this could really actually happen…to us!”

Walter pushed back on his chair from his desk, and the two men looked at each other. Then Walter turned back to his computer and finally spoke.

“No one did. Harold. Been spending all our time making bombs and killing each other. We should have made a shield or something. Worked together. Fucking politicians.”

Both men moved their attention back to Walter’s screen.

“Look, here’s New Delhi. They’re predicting it might change the tilt…alter the orbit even. Oh, great. Now Los Alamos thinks it’s only the first in a storm. We can forget packing, Pal. We’re not outrunning this.”

 

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SEVEN BRIDGE WRITING

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November 2018

 

Ray Tatten, a long time SBWC writing and critique group member published his first book of essays, AND ANOTHER THING,  just saying…  Many of these sharp, funny, highly readable essays were inspired by writing prompts dished up by our own Winona Wendth. Ray’s essays have also found homes in The Harvard Post, The Bolton Independent, Sterling Meetinghouse News, and MUSED BellaOnline Literary Review. His essay “Drop Out” was published and nominated for Essay of the Year, by  Adelaide Literary Magazine.  Check out the SBWC Blog in December for an excerpt and reading by Ray.  

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“Meetinghouse News” Interview, Lex Thomas

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