https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fret I have a sense of responsibility to my hobby as a writer and more importantly to those fellow writers who indulge me as audience, and to whom I am audience as well. So while I’m taking a break from my interaction, please don’t fret. (I’m only using this word because it is part […]
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Scroll through and read the best of new poetry from all corners of the world: THANK GOD FOR PEARL, by Dennis De Rose https://festivalforpoetry.com/2018/03/09/read-poetry-thank-god-for-pearl-by-dennis-de-rose/ SUPER GEEZERS, by Bob Grant https://festivalforpoetry.com/2018/03/09/read-poetry-super-geezers-by-bob-grant/ PARENTAL LAMENT, by Mike Reed https://festivalforpoetry.com/2018/03/09/read-poetry-parental-lament-by-mike-reed/ THE TUNNEL PERFORMANCE SOCIETY, by Bob Eager https://festivalforpoetry.com/2018/03/09/read-poetry-the-tunnel-performance-society-by-bob-eager/ STILL SHE RISES, by Deepika Janiyani…
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Every serious film lover sees a film that once in awhile affects you so deeply that it changes your life. You look at the screen and you say to yourself, yes this is what it is all about, this is why I love movies; this is why I sit…
Part Two The thing about Bowie, Keechie knows, is that he’s loyal–too loyal to T-Dub and Chickamaw. T-Dub’s an old lech. He throws money at bimbos. And he likes to drink. Chickamaw’s a flat out alcoholic and he’s a hot head deluxe. Plus–and this is the worst thing–he’s jealous. All of this attracts too much […]
Part Three “And then damn Bonnie and Clyde ran through there. Weren’t safe for no one. Bunch of mad dogs…” Pretty Boy Floyd Clyde could barely walk. Bonnie couldn’t at all. They’d been ambushed and shot through the legs while rendezvousing with family members on the side of a back road. Blood gushed from the […]
Conclusion My babysitter, Betty, God rest her soul, hardly ever got to eat chocolate when she was a child. There were several reasons for this, namely: (1) it was the Depression; (2) she was poor; and (3) she was Black. It was such a rare occurrence, in fact, that she’d tasted chocolate only once before–when […]
God forbid that it ever happens to one of us: a loved one leaves, never to return. There is no dreaded call from the hospital or the police. There is nothing. He just doesn’t come home for dinner. She never shows up for work. They seemingly vanish; into thin air as it were. How could […]
All Things Thriller 