Month: August 2010

Nothing happens. You can give it up now if you’re waiting for something to happen. We’re like micro-hemmingways; just looking. […]

Here’s an experiment in micro fiction: Spreading Social Chaos One morning nothing worked. She’s tossed and turned all night, but […]

There are quite a few blogs on writing, and many writers have blogs. Some political writers seem to do nothing […]

Boston, July 4 (1977) Black men walking on ball bearings own this jungle street. Wanna love my white skin and […]

Unable to see my way clear to query the magazines about the ‘Astral’ reconstruction (see previous post), I embarked on […]