Category: Writing
-
26 Military Literary Agents
As I’m finishing up my fifth novel, the time has come for me to search once more for literary agents and it turns out that some of them are listed as military literary agents. I know. I didn’t think those existed anymore either. It seems kind of pointless for me to put in all of…
-
Nowadays
Most folks don’t remember the witches anymore. My grandbaby ain’t never heard a witchsong, ain’t never seen a ring of mushrooms in the field she plays in. I think this land is too much noise and not enough space for witches to be out and about nowadays. The corner store where I bought penny candy…
-
Sirens At Sea
Casting off in a silver ship. A brittle battle ship. A merry song they hum with stars all in their hair and savage smiles. They dance, how they dance in ancient rhythm beckoning in sweet harmony With fingers like reeds skin transparent like Flowing water. feeding on the rotted flesh of men. licking the blood…
-
Epigraph
“Zapis” Translated From Croatian by Mario Frömml In the mornings I call my mother. Or in the afternoons, on my way back from the mosque; the scent of blossoms rushes through a crack in my car window. White tree tops line the streets like the kind words I often miss. It dawns Here when Bosnia…
-
Shepherd the Gravity of Ignorance. She is Precious.
Beautifully occluded Like you thought that I knew it Inevitably has no louder tone Yet I will my feeling to fact and bemoan veracity as she claws at me. Wanting me to look. Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like this one, Click Here.
-
Luna Park in Winter
And the waitress at IHOPWas so kind When we came in goth and giddyAnd flushed from the snow Extra whipped creamI was eating dirty carrots Out of my pocketWith a hand in my greasy TopknotAnd you said I looked Like the kind of girlWho turns men to deer When they see her bathingIt was one…
-
Letter to the Slaughtered Animal in my Recurring Dream, as Deli Meat
I found a rainbow inside you, Mr. Pig, cutting pieces very thin. I put a few slices on white bread where I could see the colors better. Then I ate you— consumed the rainbow, turned it into clouds, like shale, that rain dust and hair. The dust is dandruff— it combusts through the atmosphere. Not…
-
Wild Things
Wild things grow like mad in my town. Ivy winds its way round every porch, spreading its leaves out, thirsty, soaking up the sun with greedy feelers. Blackberry bushes choke out the shrubs that grow in the middle of hayfields, growing berries as big as baby Maybelle’s fist. My mama says it’s unnatural. Then again,…
-
The Estates of Celibacy
Recon the traces of the literary prints, surrender the senses to the elementary scents; No smell, nor beauty, nor resonance would strive, nor the quarrelsome pounding of the loving two’s drive. I, in some state of mind, will devour: those lines, sounding marvels and defining revelations empowered By names of unflagged peaks, anonymous to their…
-
Have We Hit Peak Superhero Cinema?
Today for Myths, Legends, Folklore and Tall Tales, I’m posting a recording of a panel I joined for Heliosphere 2019 that asked the question Have We Reached Peak Superhero Cinema? The panel featured the fabulous Charlie Jane Anders, Kathleen O’Shea David, and Mercy Van Vlack. All of them asked engaging, heartfelt questions from a combined…
-
Magic Reveals the Author’s Metaphysics
Today for BOTH Legends, Folklore and Tall Tales, I’m posting a recording of a panel I was on at Heliosphere 2019 on how Magic Reveals the Metaphysics of the Author within fantasy and science fiction novels. The panel featured Carole Ann Moleti, Alex Shvartsman, Ken Altabef, Lorrain Schein. We ventured into philosophy, religion, politics, and…
-
Arabic Coffee As A Treat
“Arapska kahva u Americi” Translated From Croatian by Mario Frömml Abdullah is a student, originally from Saudi Arabia. He immigrated to America three years ago. I have never met a Saudi up until now. This one being a student, soon to defend his Master’s thesis on the topic of underage delinquency and child abuse in…