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Jobs, and Words, and Cows– Oh My! (guest post) | inkberry blog
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Life at a small literary arts nonprofit. Jobs, and Words, and Cows– Oh My! Normally, I am usually more of a blog “stalker” than a blog writer, but that’s not to say I’ve never contemplated it. So, I present to you, my first official attempt at blogging, as Nicole Pervere, the newest Inkberry intern. I’ve just realized that this is an awfully formal sounding blog, and I am not a terribly formal person. (At least I’ve already warned you that I’m not an experienced blogger! I also love baking, and eating wh...
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November | 2009 | inkberry blog
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Life at a small literary arts nonprofit. Inkberry to close doors – though programming will live on. November 14, 2009. Inkberry will close after nearly a decade. Posted: 11/13/2009 01:22:43 AM EST North Adams Transcript. NORTH ADAMS — Although Inkberry isn’t in financial trouble, the local nonprofit has decided to close its doors by the end of December and donate its remaining funds to the organizations that will help its programming continue. 8220;We haven’t been able to successfully recruit replacement...
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July | 2009 | inkberry blog
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Life at a small literary arts nonprofit. Blast from the past, 3: Writing Lessons. July 19, 2009. Article was published in January of 2005, right after Inkberry moved into our second physical space: upstairs at 61 Main, suite #223. (These days Inkberry lives in its third physical home, upstairs at Northern Berkshire Creative Arts. But back in early 2005 we’d only just moved upstairs in the Empire Building, into a suite of sunny corner rooms which looked out on Main Street and on the coffee shop.). While c...
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January | 2009 | inkberry blog
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Life at a small literary arts nonprofit. January 27, 2009. The January 2009 issue of inkmail is now online at the Inkberry website. It’s written by Sharon Wyrrick, and it’s all about The Write Stuff:. The Write Stuff program could not exist without the volunteer mentors who are each paired with one or two Conte students. Currently, 36 seventh graders at Conte work every week with a mentor. This allows the relationship to develop over the course of the entire school year…. Blog archives for January, 2009.
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Blast from the past, 2: “A new chapter for the literary-minded” | inkberry blog
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Life at a small literary arts nonprofit. Blast from the past, 2: “A new chapter for the literary-minded”. This article was published in the. On January 2, 2002. It features a lovely color photograph of two of Inkberry’s co-founders standing in front of what was then our new storefront in the Empire Building. Here’s page one:. And here’s page 2:. This entry was posted on Sunday, July 19th, 2009 at 10:24 am and is filed under press. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Get every ...
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Blast from the past, 3: Writing Lessons | inkberry blog
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Life at a small literary arts nonprofit. Blast from the past, 3: Writing Lessons. Article was published in January of 2005, right after Inkberry moved into our second physical space: upstairs at 61 Main, suite #223. (These days Inkberry lives in its third physical home, upstairs at Northern Berkshire Creative Arts. But back in early 2005 we’d only just moved upstairs in the Empire Building, into a suite of sunny corner rooms which looked out on Main Street and on the coffee shop.). From your own site.
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February | 2009 | inkberry blog
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Life at a small literary arts nonprofit. Jobs, and Words, and Cows– Oh My! February 23, 2009. Normally, I am usually more of a blog “stalker” than a blog writer, but that’s not to say I’ve never contemplated it. So, I present to you, my first official attempt at blogging, as Nicole Pervere, the newest Inkberry intern. I’ve just realized that this is an awfully formal sounding blog, and I am not a terribly formal person. (At least I’ve already warned you that I’m not an experienced blogger! I also love ba...
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Find Me a Bluebird: April 2006
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Find Me a Bluebird. A few feathers dropped : poems :. Thursday, April 27, 2006. Edged in pink,. Five, spread like fingers. And around each flower. An array of five more. Pink buds in waiting. And beneath the buds. The spray of young green. Leaves spread to the sun. And thrust of growth. Like the brisk wind. Posted by MB at 9:34 AM. Links to this post. Tuesday, April 25, 2006. Hold it in your hands like. The undiscovered thing it is. Look at the shape it takes. Follow its curves and. Gently, touch its skin.
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Find Me a Bluebird: June 2006
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Find Me a Bluebird. A few feathers dropped : poems :. Sunday, June 25, 2006. I'll be off adventuring for about two weeks. Hope to come back refreshed and ready to write more. See you all in a couple weeks. Posted by MB at 12:03 PM. Links to this post. Thursday, June 22, 2006. Her eyelids lift and. Her gaze shifts up. To the shuttered window yellow with. Leaking light at the edges. With a sigh, she stirs her head. Just the slightest bit. Not yet turning to look. I lean over her. My cheek on hers. Old hill...
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Find Me a Bluebird: May 2006
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Find Me a Bluebird. A few feathers dropped : poems :. Wednesday, May 31, 2006. There is a spot on the hill. Where sunlight falls past the pines. And warms the dry, brown duff held. Between roots and granite boulders. The scent that rises there. In the gentle heat. Never fails to slow my step. And make me breathe long and deep. Inhaling the light smell. Of needles and sap fallen into soil,. Rich and brown and black,. Lightly warm and sweet,. Like apples and honey under. Ginger and cinnamon I linger,.