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alan-goldsher's picture
Jun.29.2008
One of the many super-fun things about ghostwriting is the team aspect.  As all us Red Roomers know, the whole writing thing can get sorta lonely,...
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mitch-cullin's picture
Jun.29.2008
http://current.com/items/89056849_shakespeare_sleeps_here
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mitch-cullin's picture
Jun.29.2008
In light of the California Supreme Court ruling that struck down the state's ban on same-sex marriage, I thought I'd shine a little light on Scott...
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james-whyle's picture
Jun.29.2008
In answer to Thomas Huynh's post, the REAL Shakespeare: Well, Thomas, what is a genius? I think the man was a working writer. Very good one. But...
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gerard-jones's picture
Jun.28.2008
There are two ways for me to be as I write my book: I can go to my office at the Writers Grotto, open my laptop, type a sentence, then type another...
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darlene-arden's picture
Jun.28.2008
I do!  With the help of my GPS system I made my way from Albuquerque to Santa Fe this morning. It was basically a straight shot up Route 25. Head for...
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ericka-lutz's picture
Jun.28.2008
Madagascar Man is home! Hoorah! And we've all chosen the occasion to collapse. My bedbug bites from the Haunted Hotel have flared into a full-out...
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matthew-biberman's picture
Jun.28.2008
While keeping in mind that backstage Edmund is busy accumulating power and leaving destruction in his wake, I turn now to Lear’s main plot. Jessica...
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cheryl-l-snell's picture
Jun.28.2008
I was thinking about Shakespeare, as so many of you are right now, and I came across this review of Lunatic In My Head (Penguin/Zubaan, 2007).  In...
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terence-clarke's picture
Jun.28.2008
68La niña de madera no llegó caminando: allí de pronto estuvo sentada en los ladrillos, viejas flores del mar cubrían su cabeza, su mirada tenía...
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brad-green's picture
Aug.27.2008
Lunch: two corn dogs. Fries. Bad stuff unwrapped from paper. What if we received our love this way, wrapped and soggy with lettuce, warmed by a lamp...
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brad-green's picture
Aug.27.2008
If one considers fire the quick expression of a twig's anger, one can understand why, at the termination of the outrage, nothing remains but grey...
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brad-green's picture
Aug.27.2008
I once met a bad-ass word. It towered and stomped, would not be bound by punctuation. Have you ever seen a comma severed at the tongue lick? A period...
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brad-green's picture
Aug.27.2008
I am fat with chicken: sweet and sour, grilled and stained prehistoric red, sesame chicken, orange, long strips and battered hunks like gravel,...
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brad-green's picture
Aug.27.2008
I prefer to eat my eggs with small fork on a small plate, unadorned, except for cheese -- sharp cheddar -- and butter to grease the pan and lend a...
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brad-green's picture
Aug.27.2008
Where is all the damn cotton candy? It's gone, I tell you. The long hours of this entire day have passed by in a slow, grinding gray. Or perhaps grey...
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brad-green's picture
Aug.27.2008
People can turn into punctuation. A few days ago, I witnessed rage warp a woman into an exclamation point. Her stiff fingers, white and splayed on...
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brad-green's picture
Aug.27.2008
Long as a pen, but thicker, the lancer hides the silver threat of its needle under a plastic knob gauged by dots, sized smaller to larger to signify...
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brad-green's picture
Aug.27.2008
I could kill this damn cat easy. Keeps jumping on the counter and knocking dishes about, leaping after the wasp that sneaked in. Today was remodeling...
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brad-green's picture
Aug.27.2008
The day starts off with stumbles. It's as if someone has inserted a grainy film between the world and me. I bump into desk corners, the wall, once....
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