Posted in Cliff Burns, Literature, Poetry, Prose poems, Reading, Short Stories, Surrealism, Words on Paper, editing, fiction, inspiration, literary, new look, personal, publishing, rut, writer, writing, writing life, zombie, zombies, tagged Andre Breton, Atlas Press, creative rut, creativity, examples of surreal writing, fiction, free fiction, masks, new writing, Paul Eluard, Philip Soupault, Prose poems, short short stories, summer, Surrealism, surrealist writing, The Atomatic Message, weird writing, writer's block, writing, writing tip on June 9, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Last week I joined Sherron out on the patio to keep her company while she made masks. Her materials consisted of old juice jugs and papier-mache. It was fun to watch her work and see faces and personalities emerge from simple plastic containers–the gal possesses an artfulness, visual acuity and imagination that I would swap [...]
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Posted in Literature, Short Stories, fiction, radio drama, short story on radio, spoken word, tagged CBC Radio, Kelley Jo Burke, Sandra Birdsell, Sound Xchange, SoundXChange on February 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
A quick mench that CBC Radio producer Kelley Jo Burke just dropped me a line, letting me know that my short story “Matriarchy” will be airing on her Saturday afternoon SoundXChange program (February 28th, 5:00 p.m. on Radio One in Saskatchewan).
Along with my little tale will be an offering from someone named Sandra Birdsell. Yes, [...]
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Posted in Books, Dean Koontz, Essays and Non Fiction, Essays and reviews, Literary criticism, Literature, Opinions and Rants, Reading, Robert J. Sawyer, Robert Jordan, Science fiction, Short Stories, Spleen, blog pimp, confession, fiction, film, genre, literary, personal, publishing, writing on June 24, 2007 | 20 Comments »
Okay, it’s time to ‘fess up. I’m a blog pimp. I push my blog on anybody, any site, any forum I come across. “Look at me!” I holler. “Ain’t I interesting? Ain’t I funny and spirited and thoroughly bad-assed? Ain’t I what you should be reading instead of debating who was [...]
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Even when I was a little kid, not much more than a toddler, I knew there was something, well, different about my mother. She did things that set her apart from everyone else, acted and spoke in a manner that made people nervous, uncomfortable. But I wouldn’t have said she was crazy, not [...]
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