There are photos

from the 33rd page Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge.

What we want you to do is to scour the page,

choose 33 words,

and reshape those words

into a piece of your own.




My poem from words of those pages:



The woods on
Puckerbrush Island.
 ……….wind picked up,
sound carried on shore.
Under  Tamarack  trees,
…………….. a soft pine  bed,
Wild flowers his Mother knew.
Traits don’t change,
states of mind do.
He drove on.