The pages are too long. The words spread out. The words slip out. The words move through the brain and … More
Tag: Books
How I Lose My Self (Post #403)
My self is an onion. Concise layering but unevenly designed. Also stings the eyes when opened up. Sweet, sour, spicy, … More
A Downpour of Black Cats
I was sitting in a cafĂ© this morning reading a book that threatened the more rational sides of my brain. … More
The Booky.
There are more books that I want to read than I can stand to think about. A mass graveyard of … More
The Stationary Novelist
It seems like forever that I have been trying to write a novel. For as long as I can remember … More
A Blogger In Chains
I know that there are chains. I can feel them and here them and at times I can taste them. … More
An Invitation To A Beheading.
I used to love sitting alone in a chair and reading a good book. Nothing brought me greater pleasure. I … More
An Introduction To The Complete And Edible Works Of Shmear
Every word I write you can eat. The point of my published works has always been to appease my readers … More