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michael-thomas-barry's picture
Mar.05.2014
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sandra-o-briant's picture
Sep.08.2011
  My thoughts are on strangers: a Venetian beauty with the stunned expression Venus should have had when she emerged naked and fully grown from the clamshell; the everyday strangers in one's own family; and my favorite song about being strange.   The Birth of Venus, Botticelli, 1482...
steven-robert-travers's picture
Mar.06.2011
I have to tell a story. I have a friend who won an Oscar for editing "Apollo 13". A few years ago, he drove his girlfriend to the bank in downtown Beverly Hills. Parking being what it is in the B.H., my man waited in the car while his girlfriend went in to do her banking. My pal, being a...
dorraine-k-darden's picture
Aug.16.2010
“Are you telling me those albums I sold for practically nothing at a garage sale several years back are now worth something? Dang, I knew I should have hung onto those.” This was a recent conversation I had with a dear friend. Now I’m remembering everything I let go. Let’s see, I had the...
matt-beynon-rees's picture
Jul.29.2010
In Israel, the Jews control the banks! They fill all the top positions in the media! They are behind all the major political powerbrokers! They even print the money! Someone should look into this, Oliver, because I don’t think it’s just coincidence, and I know you’ll agree. I think you’re the...
j-p-smith's picture
Jun.26.2010
When I was first starting off as a writer, endings of novels were always a problem with me. For some odd reason, I tended to end all of my novels with the death of the protagonist, to the point where my agent at the time would laugh in despair over this peculiar habit (and spend five years trying...
j-p-smith's picture
Jun.26.2010
When I was first starting off as a writer, endings of novels were always a problem with me. For some odd reason, I tended to end all of my novels with the death of the protagonist, to the point where my agent at the time would laugh in despair over this peculiar habit (and spend five years trying...
amira-nagati's picture
May.16.2009
In the dark, stretched full length on her stomach, her feet resting on the pillow while her cheek pillows the hard rim of the bed..Her left arm is hanging off the side.. Her fingers twitch, her heart is racing fast and palpitates at frequent intervals like it is still dancing to the Doors songs yet...
marva-marrow's picture
May.28.2008
I had been thinking about starting a blog, a place where I could speak my mind, fling my arms wide, let my hair ruffle in the winds of time and life. What a gift to be given this haven among writers and lovers of the written word! So much has happened in my life and even my today is often much like...