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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 all Mapplethorpe's art wasn't her cup of... Continue Reading →

The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran

"Then Almitra said, speak to us of Love. And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you, yield to him,... Continue Reading →

I’ve Planted Roses

I've planted roses in my bones, and left the ashes of those years, in an urn mixed with tears, lit on fire with my fears, disintegrated, gone away, I couldn't live with them any longer, I don't know if it made me stronger, holding on and out for hope, I've planted roses in a kaleidoscope.... Continue Reading →

A Letter to a Lover Parting Ways

A Letter to a Lover Parting Ways   It was the two of them, together. It always had been. Iโ€™d seen it and not let myself believe it, because I thought so little of her as a person. Because I saw her as pretentious, shallow, snide. Because I saw through her, and had seen him... Continue Reading →

Changed

This is a good write-up by author Autumn Christian as to the changing nature of one's writing as it relates to the changing being of one's person, "I've Changed and So Has My Writing" by Autumn Christian. Along those lines, of note, sometime ago I watched a documentary about author J.D. Salinger, author of "The... Continue Reading →

Thankful

Here's my message to writers and artists, to anyone in a creative endeavor, who might be feeling discouraged... if it is really your dream, in your one and only heart of hearts, then don't quit. It's that easy and it is that hard, that simple and that complicated, don't quit. I consider it to be... Continue Reading →

Zen, and the Art of Poetics

"Writers are not just people who sit down and write. They hazard themselves. Every time you compose a book, your composition of yourself is at stake." ~ E.L. Doctorow In the bottom of my beach bag, I found a notebook full of poems I wrote last summer, along with a copy of Town and Country... Continue Reading →

When You Become Yourself

In some moment, when you least expect it, you will cease to be the expectations, the perceptions, or idea, of any other soul on earth. In some quiet hour you will know yourself for the first time completely as you've always existed, you will know what and who you are and be only that forever... Continue Reading →

Baudelaire, Metamorphosis of the Vampire

  Metamorphosis of the Vampire, 1857 Charles Baudelaire Translated by Edna St. Vincent Millay Meanwhile from her red mouth the woman, in husky tones, Twisting her body like a serpent upon hot stones And straining her white breasts from their imprisonment, Let fall these words, as potent as a heavy scent: "My lips are moist... Continue Reading →

Pending Updates, New Covers

Some titles may be temporarily unavailable pending updates. As often said, all this is a "learn as you go" process. While trying to make some new design elements/memes/thingys/etc., one of the websites/tools I use frequently, quit working the way it should. Necessity is the mother of invention. I don't know how I didn't know about... Continue Reading →

To Be Happy

I've been exceptionally busy lately with no end to that in sight. I haven't done any writing or editing in at least a week. So it goes sometimes. I was taking something of an unintentional "moment" as it were anyway, to catch my metaphorical breath. I follow Architectural Digest on the twitter. This evening they... Continue Reading →

Tom and Rikki Lee

"Tom and Rikki Lee" They had a wildness that I couldnโ€™t get to in the same way anymore, if I ever knew it. They had gypsy clothes on, no matter what they wore, it was how they moved, how to wear a hat, and you canโ€™t teach natural cool like that. They sat with their... Continue Reading →

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