[“Soon the book’s blue linen covers were found littering the fairgrounds. Some who got the novel were ripping off the cover, dividing the pages and stuffing them into their pockets to make the book easier to hide,” The Zhivago Affair says.]
Wow.
Thanks to Dagda Publishing for the link:
This arrived yesterday from my Connecticut Muse — a “magic potion” for a writer’s productivity.
People close to me know I can be a bit skeptical where paranormal claims are concerned, but I can vouch for this, at least.
It’s some damned fine “dark” sorcery, and tasty too. Thanks, Amanda. 🙂
It’s the thinking man’s “Walking Dead.”
Didn’t see that one coming.
It’s a free app available at Amazon.com, and it’s quick to download. You do need to be a past Amazon customer. Ya learn something new every day. 🙂
http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html/ref=kcp_pc_mkt_lnd?docId=1000426311
Found on VectorBelly.com and Imgur.com.
This reminds me of my news reporter days at the Culpeper Star-Exponent, when I would endlessly kid the sports staff about their beats.
Of course, I was just being an obnoxious twerp. My more experienced colleagues, David Utnik and Michael Hicks, were tremendously capable journalists who handled people and information with skills that I hadn’t learned yet.
But … to someone who is NOT a sports fan … this IS rather what sports interviews sound like!
Thanks to my great friend Carrie Schor for passing this along. 🙂
“The Pustoy” is a frightening and effective set of vignettes detailing the rise of a genocidal dictator in a dystopian future Britain. When scientists ostensibly discover “the soul,” a scapegoated underclass, accused of being without souls, are executed on sight. They are “The Pustoy” (Russian for “empty”), and their government sanctioned murder is painted cheerfully by the government as a needed national public service.
Philippe Blenkiron’s creation is an epic political poem with depth and detail, but it is still quite easy to read. Fans of “1984”and “Brave New World” will doubtlessly find it a dark and satisfying bedtime story.
I think what surprised me the most is that this poetry collection will please fans of horror and thrillers as well. Blenkiron has a terribly nice knack for rendering fearful images – be sure to take a close look at his various descriptions of the Staffhounds. Yeesh. If Blenkiron so masterfully creates such scary bad guys, it makes me wonder whether he might write horror stories. I’d happily read them if he does.
He has a wonderfully unique voice. And his ability to juggle of various points of view – each of which has a distinct, character- specific voice – is admirable.
This is a compelling set of poems. Pick it up here at Amazon.com:
1) Save enough money for voice coaching lessons to develop the best Charlton Heston impression ever. Also, bail money for disturbing the peace.
2) Visit Liberty Island wearing nothing but tattered slacks.
3) Just fall to my knees and start screaming: “You blew it up! You maniacs! God damn you! GOD DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!”
Fun with neologisms. Or not.
A Taco John’s manager in South Dakota allegedly forces a 16-year-old gay employee to help customers with a nametag bearing the slur “Gaytard.”
It’s an interesting use of language — he’s managed to target and disparage two demographics with as many syllables: gays and people with developmental disabilities.
Forget the old saying — I suspect that there actually IS such a thing as bad publicity.
See the link:
http://www.advocate.com/business/2014/06/26/teen-restaurant-worker-forced-wear-gaytard-name-tag
“Ah. You’re in that kind of mood. I can feel the thick inky blackness seeping out of your soul and through the Ethernet.”
So this was blackly humorous …
My website, like most others, is configured so that I can see which search terms users employ to arrive there via Google.
Some kind soul searched for “secretary poem,” doubtlessly to find some happy verse to remind some cherished subordinate that they are appreciated. He found my poem entitled “The Secretary,” first published by Dagda and currently appearing in Illumen Magazine. I hope he enjoys it.
My poem, of course, describes a woman marginalized by corporate culture who kills herself in her garage out of loneliness.
I guess it’s just my usual habit of diminishing the light for the kind.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 