With all the talk of dwindling advances, shrinking sales, and too many scribblers willing to saturate the bookshelves with crap, Writers (with the admittedly douchey capital “W”) must become more creative in monetizing their…
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With all the talk of dwindling advances, shrinking sales, and too many scribblers willing to saturate the bookshelves with crap, Writers (with the admittedly douchey capital “W”) must become more creative in monetizing their…
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FORGOTTEN PLACES
night evading
leaving no note
is enough reason
to sing my whispers
I lose the road
drive blind
like a madman
to a forgotten place
in a rage
that finally makes sense
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Simply titled, Stories, Scott McClanahan’s collection intentionally disregards enough structural, grammatical, and formatting rules on the first page alone to challenge most readers’ dedication. The collection not only discounts the understood importance of a descriptive title, but also adopts irregular…
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“Full Moon Rising Up Out Of Lake St. Clair Smiling Upon East Metro”
Pink-orange, yellow moon,
Celestial circle lamp,
Out from under the bushel
Of gloom you loom
Clair de lune,
Gently lighting…
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The Shape Of Too Soon
In my helplessness I once bought her a necklace. Each bead was a shimmering crystal droplet.
I wanted her to have light, for those black soundless days.
She’s wearing it today; caressing the familiar contours…
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