Category: Writers

Frankenstein

Oh my dears, what to say about this book? Prior to having read this book, “Frankenstein”, knowing the story only from film, cultural osmosis, I would likely have classified it simply as a horror story. I would have been incorrect, or at the least not giving it the […]

Clean Water

So, I wouldn’t call myself an “environmentalist” unless home decorating counts. I think we’ve got some serious issues with regard to refuse, litter, polluting our waterways and thus, our water. I’m one of those people who believes that the planet is actually “greening” and greener, that is, that […]

Mr. Mercury

The other day someone shared this great quote from Freddie Mercury that really spoke to me. I’ve found several versions of the quote.         What that means is that what he meant when he wrote whatever it was, and what the listener/reader gets out of […]

Patti Smith, Just Kids

I loved this memoir from Patti Smith of her early years in New York with Robert Mapplethorpe. Some of the subject matter won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, the title doesn’t reveal that this is a book for adults, and it is gritty in places. Smith reveals that […]

Saint Joan

I’ve fallen in love with the work of Joan Didion. Her observations on life, her dealings with grief, with the death of both her husband and her daughter within two years of one another, her belief in the value of introspection, of sorting ones own thoughts, arranging them […]

Cheyenne Madonna, by Eddie Chuculate

Eddie Chuculate’s descriptive prose reads like the view of the most brilliant landscape painting, the words providing a stark portrait in contrasts in some areas while melding into the delicacy required of a watercolor brush in others, whether the scenery be that of an actual landscape, the rolling […]

That 70’s Sound

I haven’t rambled about music in a while. I’ve been editing stories lately, pretty much all of my previous writing, and organizing my work. Regardless of what I decide to do with any particular piece of writing, suffice it to say that I am… particular… about some things […]

Poetica Erotica.

The Fall Of Man ย ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย ย An Anonymous Poem A handย omnipotent, in endless space, From chaos, formed a world and found a place, Where, through the countless ages, yet unborn, A star might shine from dusk to rosy morn. Great […]

Gatsby.

(Spoilers throughout, though most of you know this story.) GATSBY. Gatsby? Gatsby. I’ve stayed away from the subject of Gatsby for some years because I simply couldn’t deal with it. Gatsby made me infinitely angry at F. Scott Fitzgerald. A romantic at heart, (what I used to call […]

Love Letters.

  The wanting of words let loose, wrapped around and back again, trailing into one another, not poetry but poetically realistic, to say, my toes are cold, I want to wear your socks, lay down next to you, feel your palm cool against this fever. Agony, wanting to […]

Latitude.

In the literary world, in terms of public opinion with regard to the writer, it has long at least seemed the case that a man is allowed to write about whatever he wishes to write about and if the writing itself is good or bad he is then […]