Noah Glenn
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Many make light of the gaps in the conversations of older married couples, but sometimes those places are filled with… From The Boy, The Duck, and The Goose
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Stories (68/0)
Driving Through
He flipped the headlights to bright, but the snow was descending so quickly it was impossible to see. Switching back to low beams and slowing down, the driver took a deep breath. A few warm weeks had made it seem like winter had passed. Today, it was back with a vengeance.
By Noah Glenn5 months ago in Fiction
A Different Expiration
The table shook as the door slammed shut. It is not your average table. No, this particular dining table is the literal and figurative center of the house. At any given time, it is covered with mail, books, dishes, toys, markers, or the odd pot or pan.
By Noah Glenn5 months ago in Fiction
The Boy, The Duck, and The Goose. Runner-Up in Unspoken Challenge. Top Story - September 2023.
He looks up like a reader interrupted mid-paragraph. The little duckling he had been shelling corn to runs off to its mother. A woman sits down next to him. Her face looks just as long as his, the void of loss in her life as palpable as his.
By Noah Glenn9 months ago in Fiction
Little Book, Big Message
Is it possible to look back and pick defining moments in our reading lives? I was nearing the end of college, probably about the time many get obsessed with new jobs and new relationships. Some are starting families and just cannot find the same amount of time to read. I think I was one or two bad books from watching more tv and reading less.
By Noah Glenn11 months ago in BookClub
A Farewell to Arms and A Book to Throw
A Farewell to Arms is an iconic piece, often on many top ten charts of classics. Hemingway’s prose is excellent, and the majority of the book is exquisite. His ending reminds us all that life is not fair. Even worse, the ending ruins an enduring book that is otherwise marvelous.
By Noah Glenn11 months ago in Critique
Perhaps Asymmetry is not All Bad
"I admit I struggle with asymmetry. Yet every room in my house has a different sized Mondrian on the wall. There is the large one above the mantle, the small one behind the sink in the kitchen, and the actual sized replica above the toilet. There are different sizes with different amounts of fading throughout the house. The painting, oil on canvas, seems rudimentary to some and life changing to others. It is always a focal point of my class on art history, and if I could take you all to Zurich, I would." Amos Smith, associate professor of art at the University of Texas, addressed a room full of students just starting Art History.
By Noah Glennabout a year ago in Art
A Song, A Memory
We all fall in love at different times and for different reasons. Sometimes we fall in love before we can fully comprehend what it means in our lives. Sometimes we are flat out in over our heads. The Fray captured that feeling perfectly, and their song Over My Head (Cable Car) is still one of my favorites.
By Noah Glennabout a year ago in Beat
More Than a Puppy
His first word was puppy. His first animal sound was “woof-woof!” His first stuffed animal was a border collie instead of a teddy bear. Year after year went by; the little boy asked for a dog for his birthday and Christmas. Year after year, he heard “wait until the family cat dies.” Then the year finally came.
By Noah Glennabout a year ago in Fiction
The Trip of a Lifetime?
Bill and Erma were a traditional couple. Everything they had was in a joint account. They told each other everything they did and thought. It seemed there were no secrets between them. They started dating in high school and were married shortly after graduation. They loved their hometown in Colorado and never had much desire to leave it.
By Noah Glennabout a year ago in Fiction
What Happened to Borealis?
When your parents give you an original name, you stand out. Borealis always stood out. Her pretty face certainly helped, and I was drawn to her immediately. We both were in Washington DC for one of those middle school trips, our tour buses stopping at important site after important site. I never said more than an awkward hello, but I never forgot her either. Was it her name or that beautiful face?
By Noah Glennabout a year ago in Fiction
