Woodcuttingfool
The Man is walking the train tracks into the unknown. He takes his journey slowly, focusing on each step, unsure where the tracks will lead. His face is turned away from us emphasizing his anonymity. He wears his best suit--his only suit--as he carries his meager belongings on his back.
I have published several of Loren's works on this BLOG. - tp.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Friday, August 23, 2013
Performance space opening in downtown Sequim
Shirley Mercer writes:
I own the LARC Gallery in Sequim. We are moving to 425 E Washington St and are including a performance venue in our new space. If your group is interested in poetry/fiction readings or a place to meet, please contact me. As this is new to the LARC, I am very flexible in this matter.
Shirley Mercer
sm-art@qwestoffice.net
I own the LARC Gallery in Sequim. We are moving to 425 E Washington St and are including a performance venue in our new space. If your group is interested in poetry/fiction readings or a place to meet, please contact me. As this is new to the LARC, I am very flexible in this matter.
Shirley Mercer
sm-art@qwestoffice.net
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Monday, August 19, 2013
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Friday, August 16, 2013
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
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Saturday, August 3, 2013
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Monday, July 29, 2013
A Quick Quiz From the 2013 AP Stylebook
A Quick Quiz From the 2013 AP Stylebook
Take the quiz, writers.
Take the quiz, writers.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Monday, July 22, 2013
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Poem. Shark Bite Bob, rev., July 2013
Sharkbite Bob
told the pretty girls
in southern California
he lost his leg to a shark
off the port side
of his sailboat
while swimming with otters.
Part Comanche,
a fearless man,
a little shy of 66 inches
in his tan Timberlands.
He was a long-distance truck driver.
Sharkbite really lost his leg
to thrombosis.
Early one Sunday,
last year,
he lost his life
to exiles of the Soda Butte wolf pack,
in Yellowstone.
All they found was his camera
some aluminum pipe -
all that remained of his left leg.
and some bones,
gnawed by bears.
The last picture
recovered from his camera-
the hungry pack surrounding him
as he balanced on a log in the clearing. Crowded together
jowl to jowl
muzzles wrinkled,
dripping with saliva
eyes aglow
in the red light of
the morning hunt.
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told the pretty girls
in southern California
he lost his leg to a shark
off the port side
of his sailboat
while swimming with otters.
Part Comanche,
a fearless man,
a little shy of 66 inches
in his tan Timberlands.
He was a long-distance truck driver.
Sharkbite really lost his leg
to thrombosis.
Early one Sunday,
last year,
he lost his life
to exiles of the Soda Butte wolf pack,
in Yellowstone.
All they found was his camera
some aluminum pipe -
all that remained of his left leg.
and some bones,
gnawed by bears.
The last picture
recovered from his camera-
the hungry pack surrounding him
as he balanced on a log in the clearing. Crowded together
jowl to jowl
muzzles wrinkled,
dripping with saliva
eyes aglow
in the red light of
the morning hunt.
#
Top Ten Pieces of Writing Advice « Flash Fiction Chronicles
Top Ten Pieces of Writing Advice « Flash Fiction Chronicles
More advice in the form of a list. If a list can give you one piece of advice to heed, it is worth it, no?
It is also good to be reminded of such things, too. -tp.
More advice in the form of a list. If a list can give you one piece of advice to heed, it is worth it, no?
It is also good to be reminded of such things, too. -tp.
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