I echo the wise sage Shovelheat. Be secure and wail away!
Buddah Moskowitz
My first ended when my wife of 2 months chose her extramarital-boyfriend over me. I'd like to say that Iwas young and impetuous, but truth is I was 30 and I'd been with her 6 years. I've chronicled my second marriage extensively on my blog. It is the best decision I ever made. It'll be four years in November.
Congratulations and may God bless you and your family. Big thumbs up to Mom!
Whew! Time to lighten up and write a lighthearted Erma Bombeck-esque piece! -- Buddah M
Dear Ms. Mitchell- This is a magnificent, cathartic work. I am almost speechless in my reaction. (Please understand that I am not normally a reader of fiction, but for your talent I've stepped out of my reading comfort zone.) One is tempted to read this as an autobiographical work, but I think it would be a rare author indeed who would be able to maintain the requisite emotional distance and yet still retain the passion and intensity that
Wonderful! I echo Kelly's sentiments.
I encourage you to post it when its ready. I'm curious to read a short story by you.
Ms Mitchell - Ha! Great ending! I really enjoy your writing. The first paragraph is great spooky imagery. Then the recounting of the books- perfect. Then, the memory of the ghost, then the escape. Every element perfectly pitched and controlled. (Almost) jealous of your talent. So well done. Keep writing - yours will be an excellent volume of poetry.
I hate the way I look in mirrors I like the way I look in my head and I live in denial of how I really look but every morning and every evening I face the naked truth as I exit the shower and I really look at myself hunched over head dripping my glorious mane matted down showing exactly where my bargain h
I like this. The imagery is evocative and the narrative compelling. I couldn't exactly tell you what I think it is about, but it's good enough to make me want to read it again, and read more of your writing. Thanks
Thanks for the kind words. Yes, family is precious beyond words, and there were many years when I was the balloon. I think this was my personal version of the movie "The Red Balloon," which I have always loved.
I was mowing the front yard just before nightfall and out of the corner of my eye I spied a red balloon with just enough helium to keep it about a foot off the ground it's string had been broken and it looked like it was escaping something a gentle wind was blowing it up my street a
Enjoy (!) your pity party as much as possible. Can't say I've been in your shoes on this one, but I will send prayers that the "Phoenix is home" part of your life starts sooner than later. Count your blessings, blah blah blah... Yes I was homesick last week on vacation too. And dry heat or not - heat is heat! from the hottest place in in the Inland Empire the sweaty Moskowitz
Beautiful. Just beautiful. I especially love the structure (standing at the window) with which you give the reader the breadth of time, the expansiveness of a mother's love. As my children grow older, I already see myself in the place of this protagonist. There is an authentic confident voice in your writing - which I presume comes from long years of real living. Nothing at all sounds false or amiss in this work. Very well done. -- Thanks
is the tingle of ice cream the breathlessness of standing face to face with the expanse of Lake Tahoe the descending strings that catch in my throat and pull at my heart in any recording of the Delfonics the tip of my tongue on chocolate raindrops alighting upon my face rising to the aroma of coffee and someth
Moderate includes rest too take care of yourself! There's only one of you!
Regarding this blog's title: this is not an "either-or" question.
Yes, I did self-publish. Actually, I used a Publish On Demand website called www.lulu.com Link . (Self-publish sounds like the old vanity press outfits where they'd print anything and you were stuck with an inventory of your book.) All you do is format your book (I did mine in Word), they help with covers, and they will print your book when someone purchases it. In all, it was pretty easy. Go to their webs
Yes, I did self-publish. Actually, I used a Publish On Demand website called www.lulu.com Link . (Self-publish sounds like the old vanity press outfits where they'd print anything and you were stuck with an inventory of your book.) All you do is format your book (I did mine in Word), they help with covers, and they will print your book when someone purchases it. In all, it was pretty easy. Go to their webs
MF, why you gotta be so hostile to the black man? So, he asked you for a little oop-de-doop and you gotta fly off the handle? You am a bigat. Seriously, another homer, you articulate, fucked-up fuck. Love, Mosky </fo
It sounds redundant, but thank you for the encouragement. Sometimes I feel that the people who have read my work had to like it. Just like your mother has to tell you you're pretty. I'm glad you find it worthwhile. Well, thank you for sharing your gift with this website. I know how it feels to have fri
This earned an "insightful" vote (like I know what that earns you!). This is inspired. This is the most articulate and imaginative defense of immigration I've read in a long time. I want to encourage more writings of a political nature. Your touch is deft and your focus precise. This does not belong under Fiction writing. I'd put it in poetry, art and/or politics. Thanks for sharing - I gotta find me a writing group. -- Moskowitz
Reminds me of a joke I heard David Lettermen tell: When I was in Las Vegas a guy comes up to me on the street and says "Hey, Mr. Letterman, I need to have a serious operation and I need some money. Could you please give me some money?" And I'm a little cynical, so I say "Oh, yeah? How do I know you're not just gonna gamble with it? " Immediately the guy says, "Oh, no, I already got gambling money." <img src="../images/smiles/smile.gif" b
I like your definition of your analysis better - sorry Mr. Moskowitz! I agree. My analysis is probably more about me!
OK, here's my two-bit analysis: I find it interesting that there is peril implicit where the poem takes place: the musical(!) is about a real-life tragedy and later the make-believe bats become real. Backstage, there is an air of foreboding - then Pete (never sure which Pete, which only adds to the reader's uncertainty) becomes heroic, first by retrieving the lost book, and later, by pulling you to safety. Interestingly, both times, you ne