Author Archives: Til Turner

About Til Turner

Til is a writer, artist, and musician living in the Shenandoah Valley. He is an associate professor in the Language Arts and Social Sciences division at Northern Virginia Community College and is a graduate of the Vermont College of Fine Art with an MFA in Creative Writing. Til has published poetry online and is currently trying to publish a middle-grade fantasy/adventure novel. Please feel free to visit his instructional website at www.EnglishIsKillingMe.com.

A Snowy Day in America

Posted on February 1, 2019

While gentle flakes caress the ground and temperatures blush scarf-wrapped faces, the most fortunate may plan for shopping or visiting fire-lit bistros; tradesman may sigh with guiltless relief for a day of rest with family; and the least fortunate—lacking homes, … Continue reading →

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Poor Eddie

Posted on December 17, 2018

An introduction for children on the perils of the writing life.   On a bitterly cold January 19 in 1809, little Edgar Poe was born into a new and troubling world. His parents were poor stage actors. When Edgar turned … Continue reading →

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The Girl at the End of the Pew

Posted on August 12, 2018

Here is a vignette of mine published this month in Sleet Magazine. The Girl at the End of the Pew

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Rural GPS

Posted on August 1, 2018

Wife: Honey please pull over and ask for directions. Husband: No, no, no Google will locate Kim’s house. I just need to reenter the address.  Wife: You’ve tried that three times already. There’s no cell service out here. Just ask … Continue reading →

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Melancholy Margo

Posted on July 4, 2018

Melancholy Margo stands at the window surrounded by all that has gone. Lost in her past she never moves forward, the present just tall panes of glass. Reflections of was and shadows of if confound her hopes and her dreams. … Continue reading →

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Vignette

Posted on September 10, 2017

I stood on the bank of a stream. A breeze blew through my hair. A voice called out to me, and I turned. My heart leapt, as it does when a friend greets you. I had not seen her in … Continue reading →

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Wednesday, 3:03 pm

Posted on July 19, 2017

The cat. The sidewalk. The heat. The smoke. The laugh. The window. The thought. The car. The tree. The cloud. The sky. The dream.

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