Monday, August 10, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Season of the Senses
First: She smelled of apples, wood smoke and the open fires of 1,000 winter nights.
Last: The memory of her vanishing, like the snow flake on his tongue, leaving behind only the impression of beauty and of loss.
Kanji O'Malley is a Japanese Irishman. Thisunique blend of cultures has given him great insight into the human psyche.
Real Author: Evie King (Bio in first submission)
Crepuscular is anything that is active at dusk cats, moths .... or my soul.
Margo Shelly had an unhappy childhood. She began writing to come to terms with her misery. She is a poet of some renown and much sorrow. Her book Young Verse for old Souls was published by the Pottingham Press.
Real Author: Evie King (Bio under earlier submission.)
First: “I’m upset because somewhere between being too young, I became too old, blissfully ignorant I’d even crossed the boundary between the two worlds, but, now, I feel like I’m trapped in a foreign land,,” Miranda said and closed the old photo album which held a past both remembered and forgotten.
Last: Lucinda Bailey has spent her life working a series of jobs, traveling in her leisure, and, now in her declining years, written her first novel, benefiting from the value of life’s lessons and the perspective offered by each phase.
Janet Yung lives and writes in St. Louis. Short fiction has appeared in “Tertulia”, “eMuse”, and “Postcard Shorts” among others.
Monday, July 27, 2009
I’m the Director of Arts & Science for Esperanza Community Housing. I have a past of theater, comedy, dance, teaching, painting & science.
I have received two International Tides Painting fellowships and two Earthwatch fellowships.
I’m usually involved with non-profits and would one day like to make a profit in something practical, like writing.
I have written a novel and a children’s book. I have won numerous writing awards and have published many short stories.
I have a really large (121’x 34’) mural in LA
A Meeting of Minds (121' X 33') 3655 South Grand. Los Angeles.
I sometimes do animal rehabilitation…usually egrets.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Digging deeply in the couch cushions, trying to find change, the sounds of angry guitars echoing throughout the room, Mike thought of the Hobson’s choice that awaited him at the 7-Eleven should his mission prove successful: three frozen burritos or a six-pack of generic beer.
Mike stared at the grave, the wind whistling through the bristles of his Dippity-Do’ed Mohawk, and he realized that there was only one way to say goodbye to his father: he lit a joint and smoked it to the very end, the roach burning his fingertips as he turned away to gather his jacket, the leather now frayed, cracked, discolored.
Real bio: David Weiden teaches at Indiana University-Purdue University Indianapolis, and is the father of two toddlers, David and Sasha.