Agit Prop 101

I read the following passage today, which coincided (perhaps cosmically) with a recent defense (in my head) of contrivance in fiction. Tertuliano Máximo Afonso’s mother, whose name, Carolina, surname Máximo, finally appears here, is a fervent and assiduous reader of novels. As such, she knows all about telephones that ring unexpectedly and of others that...
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To all those, about ten poets, who were waiting for word on their Agit Prop 101 submissions: blame Bill Gates. If not ol’ Bill, then Microsoft. I recently upgraded from a beta version of Windows 7 to the commercial product. This resulted in a ‘clean install’, i.e. all my programs were...
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Charley Plays a Tune (Version 2) Crippled with arthritis and Alzheimer’s, in a dark rented room, Charley plays melancholic melodies on a dust filled harmonica he found abandoned on a playground of sand years ago by a handful of children playing on monkey bars. He now goes to the bathroom on occasion, relieving himself takes forever; he feeds the cat when he doesn’t forget where the food is stashed...
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Latonya S. Peterson lives in California.  She has been waiting a long time to see this posted, I still don’t have the posting right, but why delay any longer?  Latonya has a number of published novels to her credit, check out her page on Facebook.–Victor Dirty Low Down You didn’t tell me that you were a...
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(From “Ms. Beautiful 2008″ more to follow!) I love Los Angeles Polluted streets of disgusting air, Bus fare goes up, up and up, Litter being thrown from cars without a care, Home Depot has a lot of workers, how great, Most of them hang-out outside on long breaks, OMG, that lady looks like a man, The buses pass her by as she stand...
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