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Cover Reveal for Hunting the Cosmos

It took me eighteen years from the first story I wrote about my father’s workshop in our basement until publication for Scrap: Salvaging a Family. Some of that time was “down time,” including from the day ELJ Editions accepted the manuscript until it was actually published. So in the meantime I was writing other things, usually poetry, but some micro or flash fiction, too.

I was able to complete a little book that will be published on November 10 of this year by Shanti Arts. It’s very unlike Scrap or even any of my other books.  Here is a description:

The poems and prose of Hunting the Cosmos engage with and interrogate the art of midcentury Spanish-Mexican surreal artist Remedios Varo, expanding the absurd dreamwork, surprising realities, and meanings of paintings and text. The occult, technology, fairy tales, and religion all play roles. Transformation through alchemy, magic, and science is a significant theme, as well as the metamorphosis of art and experience into new art. Award-winning poet Luanne Castle brings Varo’s sensibilities to life on the page in this beautiful ekphrastic collection of prose poems, lyric poems, and microfiction.

The cover art is by Sarajevo-born Australian artist Andrea Damic who interpreted Varo’s work through her own creative powers in composite photography.

I will continue to hope readers find Scrap and consider reading it. I have several book fairs lined up for this fall and early winter and will be reaching out to book clubs. Discussion questions are prepared and I am available for zoom meetings if you know a book club that might be interested.

On a related note, I haven’t been writing at all. Ever since last winter when I let my feelings be hurt about something (so much for getting over being sensitive) and then Scrap coming out, it’s taken it out of me, if that makes sense, and then with Perry dying at the end of May, I feel depleted. No other books in me at the moment, unless I write about my dear Perry.

I am down to two kitties, one in the front of the house and one in the back, with a gate in the middle. Lily got through the gate the other day and attacked Sloopy Anne. I didn’t have anything at hand except a small metal tray which I had to THROW at my own cats. Lily reversed course and ran back through the open gate. It’s possible Lily was particularly grumpy since she had to be shaved down for health reasons.

In the photos: Lily with Perry and Lily now with her fur shaved

 

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New Piece at MasticadoresUSA

 

 

MasticadoresUSA, thanks to Editor Barbara Harris Leonhard, has published a new nonfiction flash that can be read tangentially to Scrap: Salvaging a Family. There are four end notes so as you read and find the little roman numerals they relate to the notes at the end, thus the title, “End Notes with Photograph.”

“End Notes with Photograph” by Luanne Castle

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A Red Wagon/A Grumpy Filter

Here’s a new post for my GRUMPY OLD WOMAN files. Yeah, you thought only old men were grumps a la Walter Matthau and Jack Lemmon?

OK, I’ll be the grumpy woman so that I can feel as young as I can.

I saw a girl featured on local television for collecting and distributing gifts to others in need. I am not giving more details than that because I am not here to diss her. She is doing a good thing, and I hope that the TV coverage will inspire others to do the same.

So what makes me grumpy? OK, just being totally up front here even if it makes me look, well, grumpy.

When I was in third grade, I got the idea that children in the hospital needed something to cheer them up. I enlisted the help of another girl in class and, with my teacher’s permission, asked the other kids to bring in toys for the sick kids. They did! When I had collected all the gifts, I had to somehow get them to the hospital. My school was about a mile from my home, and on the way with a little detour was the hospital. So one day I walked to school (age eight haha as if I would have let my kids do that) with my little red wagon.

After school, I loaded the gifts onto the wagon. I had to use a big box, and my teacher gave me something to use for strapping. Then I hauled that stuff all the way to the hospital over very bumpy, crumbling, weed-edged sidewalk tiles. I remember I was sweating. At the hospital they sent me and the wagon to the children’s floor. A (grumpy) nun met me at the entrance, thanked me, and sent me away.

That was that. No news coverage. After all it was only one classroom’s worth of toys. But I was eight and other than that very little bit of help from my teacher and my classmate, I did it all myself.

So why am I grumpy?

Is it because I didn’t get more of a thank you? Or that kids today get more praise for doing the right thing than when I was a kid? That my parents didn’t fully understand what I did and talk to me in a productive way about helping others? Is it because I’m old and remembering my childhood and feeling empathy for that little girl? Or is it because only a few months after that we moved away, and I had to switch schools in March, a very awkward time to enter a new school system, school, and classroom? And that the new teacher was horrible? I am having a hard time evaluating why seeing that news story brought back this event in my life and made me feel out of sorts.

If you want to read more about my little red wagon, here’s one in MacQueen’s Quarterly. It was published there two years ago so it’s possible you’ve seen it. Neither the following story nor the hospital toys story are in Scrap. 

How I loved that red wagon. You can see it parked behind the car in the photo.

 

My Haunted Childhood

 

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Grumpy Poems

I am grateful to the Eunoia Review for publishing two of my poems. One of them is quite grumpy but tangential to Scrap. That is “Goulash.” The other one, “Loss, The Word,” is even grumpier. It’s just plain grumpy as all get out.

GOULASH

LOSS, THE WORD

Feel free to share this post on your social media if you relate to one of these poems.

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Interview to Forgiveness to Weather to Tanka to Book Review

One of the very top creative nonfiction journals is Hippocampus Magazine. I was pretty jazzed to be interviewed for them by Rudri Patel, the co-founder and co-editor of The Sunlight Press about Scrap. 

Link below:

HIPPOCAMPUS INTERVIEW

Here’s a sample Q&A:

RBP: Forgiveness is a complicated theme that you present in your work. As you learned about your father’s backstory, how were you able to navigate your feelings toward understanding him better. Did the writing help you forgive him in real time, or did you have a complete understanding of his perspective before you wrote Scrap?

LC: From the first moment I began to write my memories about my relationship with my father, I was beginning to heal. Every memory written out was a burden released. For me, writing was the best form of therapy, better than therapy visits, although I used the material from those for crafting the middle section of Scrap.

During the time my father was sick and then dying, I jotted down notes and rough drafts of events. But my focus was his daily phone calls and talking him through his illness and our past. It felt as if the barriers between us were melting away, and I just kept my mind open. I didn’t realize I was finally forgiving him until later, after he died.

As I’ve mentioned too many times, I worked on this project for eighteen years. I’ve been blogging for FOURTEEN of those years. In the past I posted quite a few memoir reviews because I was reading a lot of memoir to learn from them. What I didn’t do during most of that time was ever once think about forgiveness and my story.

Funny how life has a way of tracking its own path, separate from one’s mind.

You know what I won’t forgive? This hideous heat in Arizona. It’s disgusting, and it’s making my neurological system go haywire. Constant feelings of vertigo, seared sinuses, all kinds of symptoms. The minute I leave for another climate I’m better.

This week I was in southern California where the air was so tender. I’m working on tanka sequences for my Sunflower Tanka submissions, trying to write about the difference in weather, and all I could think of was tender air.

Speaking of Sunflower Tanka, Editor Colleen Chesebro wrote a wonderful review of Scrap. Thanks, Colleen!

5.0 out of 5 stars A Flash Fiction Memoir!

Reviewed in the United States on August 10, 2026

Format: Kindle

This is a hybrid flash memoir called Scrap: Salvaging a Family, which explores the author’s journey through childhood into adulthood and how she reconciled her emotions with an aging or dying parent.

Written in chapters or flashes, the author shares her memories of growing up in Kalamazoo, Michigan, from the 1950s onward.

From her memories, we meet the Wolf, the author’s father. It doesn’t take long to realize that the author has experienced mental and physical abuse. At one point, the author questions why her mother let this abuse go on. The writing is raw and grabs you in the heart. There were several emotional moments in the book.

I love flash fiction, and this was my first time reading a flash-memoir. At times, I felt like I was going through a photo album featuring the memories of the author’s life. Secrets are revealed, and like a murder mystery, the clues are scattered for the reader to find.

This memoir helped me reflect on my own childhood. This was a memorable read!

 

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SCRAP: SALVAGING A FAMILY

Beautiful new review of Scrap: Salvaging a Family was publishing by Smokelong Quarterly  and written by D.E. Hardy, the founder of the journal Claudine. She calls it “What Can I Do with the Anger He Leaves Behind?”

She has some real gems in her review. One is that she calls flash the scrappiest of literary genres. I LOVE that. Flash is so scrappy!  She also makes a case for a genre called nonfiction-fiction based on the stories that I have to imagine about my father’s life and my grandmother’s life.

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Please pass the word on about Scrap and its excellent reviews!

Luanne Castle’s new hybrid flash memoir, Scrap: Salvaging a Family (ELJ Editions 2026), has earned a starred Kirkus review and is a finalist for the Next Generation Indie Book Awards. The book is now available to purchase on Amazon and ELJ Editions.

Scrap: Salvaging a Family explores the stain of childhood fear and anxiety on the adult spirit and the experience of reconciling with an aging or dying parent. A daughter has grown up in a household with an angry and abusive father. He keeps the secret of his own biological father’s identity from his daughter for decades. Can this family be salvaged?

 

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“…a powerful, painful family saga that slowly gives way to hard-won understanding. A richly detailed, harrowing account of household mayhem and the struggle to forgive.”

—Kirkus Reviews, Starred Review

“Spare, precise, and quietly devastating, this is the kind of memoir that stays in the body long after the reading is done.”

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Almost the End of July and Gonna Need to Take a Breath!

So much has happened lately. I went to the Wisconsin Dells with my family for a week and just got back. I took a tumble while I was there. My third one, hitting my head as usual. I’m ok. Hudson had his best life (for now) there.

On his first plane ride

At the lakeshore, on boats, at deer park, and especially the WAWEE PARK!

We had a baby mourning dove (so cute) rescue at the house before we left for Wisconsin. I hope he’s doing well at Liberty Wildlife!

Kathryn Kulpa of Cleaver Magazine interviewed me about Scrap. 

A CONVERSATION WITH LUANNE CASTLE, AUTHOR OF SCRAP: SALVAGING A FAMILY by Kathryn Kulpa

And LatinosUSA-English Edition has published two of my ekphrastic tanka sequences.

Tanka —02 by Luanne Castle

Tanka —01 by Luanne Castle

I still have lots of unpacking and email catching up and I am SO TIRED. Living with a 2-year-old for a week hahahahahaha.

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Tornado Salvaging

Sharing a few more photos I found scanning.

There are two micro stories in Scrap: Salvaging a Family about the May 13, 1980 tornado in Kalamazoo, Michigan (pp 90-92 in paperback). It’s sort of a transition period in the book where I am now an adult, albeit young, whereas what had come before in the book was focused on coming-of-age. It’s also foreshadowed by an earlier scene of being a kid in the basement during a tornado warning. Scrap is comprised of three parts, and the tornado is the end of part I.

I mention how my father bought up storefronts that nobody else seemed to want and tried to fix them up just enough to rent them as he had little money to invest in remodelling. I describe a wooden “canvas” hanging on the wall of my father’s store:

What I think is that he makes something usable that wasn’t. He doesn’t have the money to make them beautiful. But every once in a while, he recognizes something that is. Inside the luggage store, he’s hung a board that a painter used to clean his brushes. He calls it his Jackson Pollack (sic).

Weirdly, even though I remember looking up the correct spelling of the artist’s name, I still misspelled it in the book. For some reason, I want it to be spelled Pollack instead of Pollock. Maybe it’s because for all its interesting details it’s still a fake. (If you read Scrap you might realize why the theme of “fake” resonates with me).

Dad’s “Jackson Pollock” on the wall

Here are a couple of photos of the tornado that day.

Gilmore Brothers department store–the entire back wall of the 5 story building was blown off

ISB Bank building–all the windows were blown out

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Thank you, Beetley Pete!

Beetley Pete has let me take a space on his blog today to share a story a bit related to Scrap: Salvaging a Family. It’s a story my father and uncle told me (together) when they were 85. My uncle and my parents were visiting me at the same time, and they were getting into unearthing memories. This one is about the 1920s, 30s, 40s, and there are photos from the early days.

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#TankaTuesday Challenge #71 Photo & Tanka

When I read Willow’s prompt for #TankaTuesday, I was intrigued. She asked us to find an old photo that holds a memory and write a tanka about it, focusing on words that evoke the season.

Since I am scanning old photos, this prompt seemed to fall right onto the paper for me ;. This photo was taken in July 1969 at our lake cottage. That’s my mom standing there in the middle of the photo.

green trees in full leaf

against sun’s hissing hot blue

lakewater splashing

around our knees, mom eyeing

the bold goose among the ducks

I really wanted that focus on the goose and mom looking at it because geese are more aggressive than ducks, and I’m sure she was worried about the goose around all the children.

About the goose: I’m willing to hear arguments that it’s a duck, but I don’t think so. It’s neck is longer, it’s much bolder, and the beak is a different shape. You can see the goose in the last photo here, too.

Here are more photos from that day.

my brother feeding the duck

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