Category: Thea Swanson

Claim What Is Ours

Since the first day that Vladimir Putin’s army invaded Ukraine, I’ve stopped reading and writing. I should say, my only reading is news about the invasion (as well as Club Plum submissions). My books and journals sit untouched, and the essays I had thought I would tackle are still undeveloped, hastily voiced notes spoken into…

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One Year

Dropping today is the first-year anniversary issue of Club Plum. I state this with calm and little fanfare, though not too much trepidation because with all the bad we’ve had, there is now hope. The Bad Man is almost out the door, and though blood has been shed at his behest, he is packing his…

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Horror & Hybrids

Unexpected things happened in this last issue of the first volume of Club Plum–mainly, horror and hybrids. Horror, because one playfully creepy submission landed in my inbox and ignited my desire to put out a call for more. Hybrids–or hybrids of hybrids one might say–because we were presented with pieces that seemed to contain more…

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Writers Against Trump

Hello, dear Writers, I offer you the opportunity to make a video statement (or a text-only statement) and add it to the growing voices at Writers Against Trump. “Why bother?” you may ask. “What difference will it make?” Just like the writing process, we often cannot see the results of our efforts while in the…

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Solace in Small Spaces

On the side of my small house, where nobody looks, save our beloved eight-year-old black Lab, Roxxanne (spelled correctly), I planted St. John’s Wort, a plant that grows well in partial shade. In a corner, next to the shed, surrounded by a short wall of decorative bricks, I had placed a starter, not so much…

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The Police Station Had to Burn

Otherwise, George Floyd’s killers would still be free. The police and government officials who back them had to gaze on the orange glow and see that–by golly–there actually may be repercussions for their heinous actions and decisions. They had to be hit where it hurts, their home. They had to experience fear. Just as with…

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Come Sit with Me

Hey, Everyone! It’s Friday, and in some parts of the world, it’s sunny. Those are two good things. Another good thing is that one day, not too long from now, we will be able to sit outside together with fear only a memory. But today, stay inside and read good things, like the wondrous and…

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I’m with You

And I’m taking it day by day. I hope you are healthy and safe. I hope you have enough to eat and that your bills are paid. I hope everyone you know is breathing deeply and can walk upright, head clear. I don’t wish you prayers because prayers get in the way. I wish you…

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What Fun! An Interview.

Black Lawrence Press publishes a weekly newsletter, Sapling, and they reached out to Club Plum. Read some things you may not know below. Sapling: What should people know who may not be familiar with Club Plum? Thea Swanson: Club Plum is brand new on the scene but will be around for years. I know this because my…

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Wake Up, People!

Don’t just sit there. Enter the club. Grab a non-alcoholic beverage and let the words and art alter your reality. And what’s a club without music? A library, and though I love them, you can’t dance in them, and it’s Friday.

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