New Poetry by Marieta Maglas: “Blind Reality” (second of three poems)

Hollow-eyed shades
of human beings,
human beings
cogitating on jazz music,
jazz penetrating the silence
of the bleeding angels,
angels in a fight for
the awakening of this blind reality,
monetization of
the objects & spaces, asylums,
sexual harassments
for anxious women, prostitution,
deadly ocean waves,
terrorist attacks and
Islamist militancy,
racism,
multiple vortex tornadoes
to damage gas stations,
ISIS’s strategies,
public executions, crucifixions,
vegetation fires,
emblazoned clothes
and precious stones,
children murdered
in egregious crackdowns,
meteorite impacts,
wars,
illegal immigration,
exposed naked bodies,
powerful quakes striking
near the plate boundaries,
changes
in refugee policies,
kidnappings, sales of
stolen artifacts, drugs,
protests blocking roads, landslides,
macroeconomic policies,
casino culture,
silent strategies of democracies,
food securities
for starving people,
food price increases,
Monsoon rains
and flash floods,
nuclear disasters,
smiling volcanoes,
human cells mixed up with
animal embryos,
sphinxes, thermal shocks
caused by global warming,
dengue fever, songs,
warming parties, temporary work,
seasonal unemployment,
low wages,
alcoholic cocktails,
ill people not displaying symptoms,
Zika and Chikungunya viruses,
birth defects, theatrical triumphs,
crime watchers,
new hairstyles,
glacier calving,
different drivers having
different styles to run their cars,
cars blinking their headlights
while their motors scream,
screaming trees and revolvers
that shoot up walls to write lyrics,
lyrics of jazz penetrating the silence
of the bleeding angels,
angels in a fight for
the awakening of this new reality.
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Ardus Publications, Sybaritic Press, Prolific Press, and some others published the poems of Marieta Maglas in anthologies like Tanka Journal, edited by Glenn Lyvers, The Aquillrelle Wall of Poetry, edited by Yossi Faybish, A Divine Madness: An Anthology of Modern Love Poetry, edited by

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John Patrick Boutilier, Near Kin:A Collection of Words and Art Inspired by Octavia Estelle Butler, edited by Marie Lecrivain, Three Line Poetry #25, edited by Glenn Lyvers, ENCHANTED – Love Poems and Abstract Art, edited by Gabrielle de la Fair, and Intercontinental Anthology of Poetry on Universal Peace and Love, edited by Madan Gandhi.

New Prose Poetry: “I am Assaulted.” by Larry Thacker

In constant struggle with some barely met
demon-god’s angels, just over my shoulders,
along the path of my spine, hovering near
my ears, observing every thought, watching
my faulty movements, keeping time on a watch
I hear ticking but have yet to find hidden
among my debris. Counting breaths. Whispering
their dreaded counting of days. Moving with me,
forever me. I have lost count of their faces.
Their choruses beg attention, un-focusing me,
in languages I’ve given up hope understanding,
an alien tongue lashing, familiar to maddening.
I catch only fragments of messages, tones,
inflections, infections. My struggle, a prayerful
resentment, to find a perfect key, my own
tabula meditatum psychonum. Something to eek
the translation toward wholeness – some gift to
weaken cracks into the sealed gate where they
stand hunched about, listening to my weakened
fists pounding on the other side. They command
my waking hours and somewhere in my dead
sleep, my dreams un-spared. They frighten
my inner workings, these messages, urgent.
I spot wings in the corners of my eyes, shadow-
wrapped in life’s clutter. I turn, they evade,
cleverly plunging from sight. This awful game
they insist upon. They distract me from my days,
a thirsty tick just out of reach, drawing my energies
almost too slowly to notice. Slowly, like the many
voices growing in the veins of ancient trees.
 I hear you, yes. Oh, by the gods I hear you…

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Larry D. Thacker is a writer and artist from Tennessee (US). His stories can be found in past issues of The Still Journal, Fried Chicken and Coffee, Dime Show Review and The Emancipator. His poetry can be found in journals and magazines such as The Still Journal, The Southern Poetry Anthology: Tennessee, Mojave River Review, Broad River Review, Harpoon Review, Rappahannock Review, and Appalachian Heritage. He is the author of Mountain Mysteries: The Mystic Traditions of Appalachia, the poetry chapbooks, Voice Hunting and Memory Train and the forthcoming full collection Drifting in Awe. He is presently taking his MFA in poetry and fiction at West Virginia Wesleyan College. More stuff at:www.larrydthacker.com

New Prose Poetry: “Remains” by Larry Thacker

I am bound to only the portions of books you’re paging through, a forced patience as you deliberate over the aged leather bindings and titles, of chapter and verse, of gradual plot developments and story arcs, the lovingly slow conflicts unraveling over black on beige onion skin thinness, so hauntingly unrushed even for me with the bottomless well of time in this shaded condition. Long uninterested in my own company.
 
I hear your steady breath mouthing words as you read and it still aggravates hell from me. I would gladly hover here, over your shoulder for years, as this slightest presence, a forever company in poetry and story, word, letter, and pen, if I could but accomplish something more than some slightest benign breeze on the curtain. An afterthought after a boring day. An aftertaste after a sip of tepid wine.
But sometimes, when you have finally given in to sleep’s call in the early morning dark and startle suddenly awake to find that book turned to a different page than you remember, it is then I have just barely mustered enough of a whisper to turn the page, yet you have missed it and I am exhausted in this lost state. Again, undetected. Again, left to my own retched company.  
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 Larry D. Thacker is a writer and artist from Tennessee (US). His stories can be found in past issues of The Still Journal, Fried Chicken and Coffee, Dime Show Review and The Emancipator. His poetry can be found in journals and magazines such as The Still Journal, The Southern Poetry Anthology: Tennessee, Mojave River Review, Broad River Review, Harpoon Review, Rappahannock Review, and Appalachian Heritage. He is the author of Mountain Mysteries: The Mystic Traditions of Appalachia, the poetry chapbooks, Voice Hunting and Memory Train and the forthcoming full collection Drifting in Awe. He is presently taking his MFA in poetry and fiction at West Virginia Wesleyan College. More stuff at:www.larrydthacker.com
 

The Ghosts of M.R. James are in the Cards with “Monsters & Miscreants”

When I found out I’d be supporting a small, two person operation passionate about bring their love of M.R. James and gaming to the tabletop I tore off my pocket trying to get to my wallet.

Source: The Ghosts of M.R. James are in the Cards with “Monsters & Miscreants”

David’s Haunted Library: A Stitch Of Madness

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28473957What do you get when you have a man driven to madness by an old urban legend, a girl who owns a rag doll that might contain the spirit of her dead mother and a man who may have just gotten a visit from the devil? You get A Stitch Of Madness by A.J. Brown. This anthology contains three stories that all have to do with someone going insane and having to deal with the consequences.

The first story and my favorite  in this book is Catherine’s Well, it deals with a man named Johnny who goes to prison after being accused of killing his best friend Buster. As Johnny tells his story we see that the truth behind the murder is much more complicated. What I liked most about this story is seeing how Johnny reacts to Buster’s decent into madness. At one point Johnny asks himself why he…

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The Farmington Writers Circle Meets Tonight

20151027_130831The Farmington Writers Circle meets tonight at 7:00 p.m. at Hastings Hardback Café in Farmington, NM.  The topic for the night will be how to generate reviews for your work.

The July meeting was attended by Gloria, Yvonne, Vicki, myself, and by author Delsheree Gladden (delshereegladden.com), whose website describes her as “USA Today Bestselling Young Adult and Romance Author”.  Delsheree provided some valuable insights into the world of publishing.

The Farmington Writers Circle is nascent organization of Farmington-area writers who are interested in finding or developing innovative ways of publicizing and marketing their works.   Meetings are usually round-table discussions, although occasionally a member will lead the discussion when it deals with an area of the member’s expertise.  The public is invited to attend.  There are no fees or requirements to attend meetings, which are usually held on the second Thursday of each month at 7:00 p.m. at the Hardback Café. Writers of any and all genres or non-writers with an interest in the art are welcome.  For more information, contact me via this website.

Morbid Meals – Tribute to Shaun of the Dead – Strawberry Cornettos

Yum!

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20160718_191914For ice cream sundae treats in America we have King Cones and Drumsticks, but the rest of the civilized world has the Cornetto. In Shaun of the Dead, a couple of mates share a pair of Strawberry Cornetto cones which were bought while blissfully not noticing the zombies shuffling down the street. Good thing those Cornettos gave them the energy to fight off the zombies and defend the Winchester pub.

A Strawberry Cornetto is described as being “a crispy baked wafer coated from top to bottom with a chocolatey layer, combined with delicious vanilla-flavour ice cream and strawberry fruit ice, topped with strawberry sauce and white chocolate curls.”

That means we could assemble some from a quick trip to the shop to fetch:
Sugar cones, Magic Shell chocolate topping, strawberry ice or sorbet, vanilla ice cream, strawberry syrup, and white chocolate chips. I will describe how to…

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New Fiction from Alyson Faye: “The Doll Man”

‘Mummy! Look what I’ve found!’
Amy tugs impatiently at her mum’s sleeve, while Janey taps on her iPhone.  ‘In a minute. Just let me finish.’
 Amy shrugs, skips back to her ‘discovery’, pokes it then pulls at the filthy trousered leg. It jerks. The
white plastic bag, wrapped around the bony fingers, floats upwards. Tugging to escape, in the skin
slicing January winds.  Amy, pink cheeked, rearranges the man’s fingers, so he can better hold the cup of tea she pretends to present to her ‘guest.’
 ‘Nice cup of tea Mister, that’ll warm you up.’
 She’s noticed how cold the man’s hand feels. ‘Proper chilled.’ As her Nan would say.
 ‘Nippy at this time of year Mister.’ Amy parrots the words Janey had tossed at the neighbour earlier.  ‘Here’s my scarf.’
She unwraps her fleecy scarf, carefully wrapping it around the man’s neck, like her mum does for
her. Amy pats his shoulder. ‘That’ll warm you up.’
 She wonders what else she might do to help. Regretfully she peels off her furry red mittens, a gift
from her Nan. Nan’s always saying it’s good to help others.
 Amy gently pulls the man’s dirty fingers into her mittens. Her eye falls on the undone laces of his
solo trainer.
 ‘I’m not very good at laces, but Mummy says I need to practise more.’
 Amy pokes out her tongue, concentrating. ‘…over and under..one loop….oops, nearly..’ she mutters.
Her guest wears a cap which covers the top half of his face. Amy can only see his lips. They look
blue. It seems rude to lift his cap when he’s having a sleep, but she really wants to see his eyes. He
hasn’t moved at all. Trying to be bold, Amy reaches out towards the cap’s brim.
 ‘Come on Amy it’s time to go.’ Janey shouts.
 Amy hovers, uncertain, then pats his shoulder instead.
‘Bye Mister. See you tomorrow.’
 She crawls out from under the slide, turning her face towards her Mummy, she waves happily.
 Mitten less.
 Only the plastic bag bobs a goodbye.
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“The Doll Man” was previously published by The Casket of Fictional Delights.
As noted by The Casket of Fictional Delights: “Alyson is an ex teacher, from Norwich via Birmingham now living in West Yorkshire, with a son and 3 cats. She writes in her spare time when she’s not singing or swimming.”
Alyson has appeared a couple times previously on this website, when I have re-blogged works of hers from The Drabble.

Tools to Writing Great Dialogue, Robert McKee’s “Dialogue” Book Review

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Dialogue, The Art of Verbal Action for the Page, Stage, and Screen

by Robert McKee  

Book Review and Commentary  July 26, 2017

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The art of dialogue. How does a writer get it just right to be effective, yet original, dramatic but not too dramatic, captivating and satisfying, and most important of all convincing? Nothing marks a writer faster as a rank amateur than a story full of bad dialogue. Robert McKee is probably the No. 1 expert on the craft of storytelling (Story, Substance, Structure, Style and the Principles of Screenwriting, 1997, and even though Story is written for screenwriters, those of us who are novelists will benefit greatly from this comprehensive manual of wisdom. No one has a better understanding of story process and design than McKee.)

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In Dialogue, yes, there’s plenty of instruction and guidance about how to write great dialogue (also examples of bad…

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Update

I haven’t been updating this blog much lately. There have been some conflicts in my life recently and some things have had to take precedence.  I apologize to all those who look forward to its daily rise from the tormented halls of obscurity.  I will try to keep it more up to date in the future.

I have little to say in this post, except, “GO SEE CONJURING 2”.  This one was even better than the first and keeps the viewer right on the edge of his sight.  The action is terrific and continually builds until the final climax in the last few minutes in the sun.

Frankly Useless Crank “Knowledge,” Only For Fools

Warning: this articles is not for prudes or the linguistically squeamish. It is a frank, fascinating look into the origins of some of our most common obscenities.

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Have you heard where fuck comes from? For Use of Carnal Knowledge. No, um, For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. No, wait, Fornication Under Consent of King. No, it’s…

…It’s Frankly Usage Crank “Knowledge,” Only For Fools. Or FUCK OFF for short.

Sorry to shit on your party trick – don’t worry, it won’t Ship High In Transit, because FUCK OFF – but no swearwords ever in English (or probably any other language) have been created from acronyms. This is for two reasons:

  1. Acronyms are intrinsically euphemistic. They are used to camouflage rude, offensive, or otherwise unendurable things (often just unendurably long).
  2. Acronyms have only really been used to generate words since the mid-20th century.

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Follow the Rules, She Whispered

Here’s some good advice for novices and old hands alike.

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by Jan Priddy

Some years ago in a writing workshop, twelve people sat around a broad conference table arguing about the word “whispered.”

The text we were looking at had a dialogue tag of “he whispered.” That was a problem. Our instructor insisted we avoid words other than “said” to attribute dialogue. If you have attended a writing workshop at any time in the past thirty years or so, you know this rule. The variations on “said” my fourth grade teacher once suggested—averred, argued, contended—are today often viewed as authorial intrusions detracting from the message. The dialogue itself should indicate the emotion without attendant “shouted” or “demanded.”

In the case of this particular “whispered,” the writer said his character’s words were spoken softly even though the words themselves did not indicate volume. The group sought alternative wording to eliminate “whispered,” but “said softly” or “said quietly” were also…

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