Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Pictures only scratch the surface. The sad truth is in the letter.
Where is the outcry? The shame? The sanctimonious are content as our prisons become storage units for the mentally ill and the addicted and the veteran.
We have our own gulag. Lets own up to it. This is how we treat the least of our brothers. We reap what we sow and the harvest is plenty, executions mounting. Prison construction is robust while schools are dilapidated and underfunded.
Yeah, I'm a bleeding heart.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
If it's Friday it's time for flash fiction in 55. Visit the G-Man, the maestro of Flash, to read more.
TGIF. May the rains stop and the water recede.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Peace, Martin. You are beautiful.
Friday, April 12, 2013
The above flash fiction is 55 words for the G-Man.
TGIF and hello, Havana!
Monday, April 8, 2013
|Woman With A Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas|
This morning she discovered herself in the mirror
and lost her religion.
She looked at me in the beveled glass of her hand mirror
with the mother-of-pearl inlay
and it was good.
Have a clean heart, said the church billboard.
Take care of yourself and love me, I say.
The preacher preached from the pulpit
with arms asunder.
The Lord said a woman shall not
take a scissors to her hair!
So she looked it up.
The tool was manufactured in 1760.
The woman in me is not a dupe.
Her vulva is a pearl and her heart is sound.
It beat under the ultrasound
like a trooper in heat.
She cut off the bracelets, but she won’t stop there.
She cut off a hank because they told her she couldn't.
She cut off the rest and readied the bath.
You can go here to find more links to the prompt. Thank you for coming here. Degas is a personal favorite. Happy Poetry Month!
Friday, April 5, 2013
the stones hanging from the trees,
Just a little story for the G-Man. TGIF!
Thursday, March 28, 2013
The above is flash fiction in fifty-five words for the G-Man. Visit his site for more Flash 55's, and if you write one, let him know.
TGIF and Good Friday to you all.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Do you write short stories? There's a great contest at Narrative you might want to check out, but you only have until the end of the month. Ploughshares is also taking submissions for their Emerging Writer's Contest until April 1st. Write in the winter, submit in the spring, eavesdrop in the summer (and take notes), and travel in the fall. (The kids are back in school and the tourists are gone.)
Wouldn't it be nice to stick to that routine? Well, if you have a short story you never quite finished, dust it off, wrap it up, and send it in. Listen in on the world around you and write it down.
Seems March is going out in these parts the same way she came in-like Old Man Winter with a toothache, a bad attitude, and an ingrown toenail.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Then there is the glaring error you discover after you’ve sent out your first round of queries. You played with your first essential five pages, because you can't leave them alone. You fooled around with the first page and changed a phrase. Then changed it back because it was really, really stupid. But you forgot to save the correction. You sent the really, really stupid first page. You go to bed, happy, not knowing how stupid you are.
You awake and drink coffee and go to your other job, knowing you'll soon be a full time writer. You come home and open your documents, check email and drink something. You open up your sent folder and browse your amazing query and your agent-grabbing first pages and you see what you’ve done. The all-time most stupid phrase is right there on page one. You lean over your screen like a surgeon over the operating table. You can't believe what you see. Now what? Should you send a quick apology and explanation to the dream agent? Should you leave it alone and think they won’t notice the all-time most stupid phrase on a first page ever?
Friday, March 8, 2013
interrupts her bird watching.
They cut down the woods
so they’d have a meadow.
They build fires at night and
move trees by day,
plopped here and there so prettily.
Buildings she never wanted to see
emerge through the trees.
They invite her to their campfire.
They built a meadow.
The above is 55 words for the G-Man's Friday excercise. If you write one you should let him know so we can all read it. The sun is shining, the snow is melting off the sunny side of the porch, my basil on the windowsill has germinated, and the puppy is eating my socks and chewing on my electric cords. Life is full.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Where did the idea come from for this novel? I can’t answer that question, because I’m not sure. I was sitting on the couch one night with my laptop and started writing about this guy who sets out across a wintering field to see what the vultures circling overhead are after. And then...things started happening. I think it came to fruition partly because of a secret desire I had to write a loose sequel to my first novel.
Which actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition? I hate to hitch up the horse when I don’t have a cart to sit in, but that said….my female protagonist should be played by a gutsy Girl-With-The-Dragon-Tattoo type, (minus the tattoos and the piercings) and the male protagonist would best be portrayed by Ben Affleck with Argo hair or someone like that guy who led his gang safely back to Coney Island in The Warriors.
Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency? I hope to be represented but I have not yet queried. This has actually been a good exercise for me in preparing to do so.
How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript? The first draft took me five months to write.
What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? That’s hard since this novel is a crossover. I’ve been told by some that my writing reminds them of Jodi Picoult. Personally (don’t think me pretentious), I see this novel as a blend of Picoult, Scott Spencer, and Andre DuBus with a bit of the grit in All The Pretty Horses, and I hope it appeals to those readers who like those books.
What else about your book might pique the reader's interest? The characters wrestle with some of the most contentious social issues of our day while dealing with a small matter of murder, cover-up, and police malfeasance and then there is the forbidden love that the main character treks through the Canadian woods across thin ice in a warming world to claim.
As per the rules of being tagged, I hereby tag the following authors to share their next big thing. J.B. Chicoine, Anne Gallagher, Deborah Lawrenson, Stina Lindenblatt, and Liza Salerno. Deborah has already done this here but has agreed to post an update.
I can’t wait to see what these talented writers are currently working on.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
|Venus de Milo with Drawers, 1936, Salvador Dali|
At the age of twelve
I was instructed to wash my hands
when I got up in case
I'd touched myself in my sleep.
Curious at what I should be doing
but wasn't doing
I touched myself
here, here, and here.
Nobody else knows what they did
with my arms
but I can't touch myself
The writing prompt comes to us from Magpie Tales,
A blog dedicated to writers and poets for the purpose of honing their craft. I hope you enjoyed my Magpie Tale. The Venus de Milo has always mystified me.
Friday, February 22, 2013
in alphabetical order facing left.
The silver is polished
with serrated edges pointing right.
Bottles in the rack are arranged
with the labels facing up.
Her life is a pattern pinned to the fabric
so as not to waste an inch,
edges cut with a pinking shears
so they won’t unravel.
It's fictional Friday and time to tell a story in 55 words. Check out the G-Man for links to more of the same, or better yet... post one of your own and let Mr. Knowitall alias G-Man know.