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Complete Write-Off

In Bloc business on 3 August, 2010

After eight­een months online and some seventy-four art­icles, stor­ies, inter­views, flash fic­tions, poems and mis­cel­laneous other forms, I’ve decided to close Writers’ Bloc. I feel that it’s run its course and, to be bru­tally hon­est, I no longer pos­sess the enthu­si­asm required to keep it run­ning, read­ing sub­mis­sions and put­ting up new material.

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True Art

In Fiction on 3 August, 2010

He told people to call him “The Moon.” For hours at a time he would sit at The Seven Winds café beneath the “C” rat­ing pos­ted in the win­dow by DHEC. The Moon would linger in this corner for so long it would gradu­ally take on his smell – a mix­ture of bee’s wax, patchouli, and body odor. Read the rest of this entry »

Arthur Nobody

In Fiction on 27 July, 2010

Arthur works the night shift at a gen­er­ic­ally scummy bar so he can sit all day in a cof­fee shop and write like the bohemian he can’t really afford to be. This will not be a major con­tex­tual issue.

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A Literary Party

In Fiction, Uncategorised on 29 June, 2010

I answered the door and Hitler strode into my liv­ing room with Eva Braun. Nat­ur­ally, they were unin­vited guests to my party and twenty minutes early. Hitler wore a Jay Cut­ler jer­sey and Eva an even­ing gown.

I looked into Hitler’s wild eyes and said, “I didn’t know you were a Bears fan.”

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“What if…”

In Fiction on 22 June, 2010

Ben had walked into the offices of Engel­man, Vol­ger & Wat­son that morn­ing with―dare say―a pinch of optim­ism. Yes, he was two months behind on rent for his stu­dio apart­ment. Yes, he had been on a strict diet of instant ramen noodles for the last week. And yes, lux­ury was not in his fore­see­able future. But he had fin­ished his screen­play, revis­ing it until his fin­gers could type no more, and it was his best work yet. Read the rest of this entry »

Prescription for Poets

In Poetry on 15 June, 2010

Steal words from oth­ers, blame the royal tutor
if caught, miss the begin­ning of movies
on pur­pose but notice the first buds, Read the rest of this entry »

Wince

In Fiction on 8 June, 2010

Lately he wanted to write about love, its joys and des­per­a­tion, emo­tions real enough to make read­ers wince. Read the rest of this entry »

Recording the Recorder

In Reasons on 1 June, 2010

[Author’s note: A couple of weeks ago, I had a con­ver­sa­tion with a local writer at an aban­doned food-stand dur­ing his lunch hour. Artist to artist. Fig­ur­ing out for ourselves what this century’s-young pro­cess of put­ting a new face on The Muse means. What he didn’t know was that I had a tape recorder rolling dur­ing the entire con­ver­sa­tion. Inva­sion of Pri­vacy? Maybe. Lazi­ness on my part? Per­haps. But when you have this unex­plain­able need … an inher­ent, undy­ing want for some­thing … you’ll get your hands on it no mat­ter the way you get it. And I’d had no idea what would hap­pen when I pressed ‘Record’ all those weeks ago.] Read the rest of this entry »

Fruit Smoothie

In Fiction on 12 May, 2010

Mary says, “You’re a bas­tard,” and looks at me like I stuck her cat, a bad luck Bom­bay named Bat­man, in a blender. And blen­ded it.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“You’re a real bastard.”

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Amended Price List

In Process on 4 May, 2010

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Framed, per­son­ally auto­graphed copy of any pre­vi­ously pub­lished poem by the poet on acid free paper. Size A4. Upgrade 39 B3. With photo. 49. Read the rest of this entry »

How I Started a Literary Journal with Arnold Palmer

In Fiction on 19 April, 2010

Dear Arnold Palmer,

Sorry to bother you, but I have a few ques­tions. I was hop­ing you could help me. I’m a journ­al­ist writ­ing about your upcom­ing PGA tour event presen­ted by Mas­ter­Card: the Arnold Palmer Invit­a­tional in Orlando, Flor­ida, held at Bay Hill, March 25th-28th. Read the rest of this entry »

My Blue Period

In Blocked on 10 March, 2010

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The Slush Machine

In Fiction on 24 February, 2010

Depend­ing on their ima­gin­at­ive powers, a snow­fall can remind people of moult­ing angel-wings, of per­ish­ing may­flies or of a defect­ive TV screen. When the Assist­ant Sub­mis­sions Editor of Con­glom­er­ated Pub­lish­ing, Inc. emerged from the sub­way that day into a swirl of snow­flakes, he tried to be reminded of noth­ing at all—snow is snow is snow—but couldn’t help think­ing, as usual, of mil­lions of manu­script pages being shred­ded on high.

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If Shakespeare Were Alive Today

In Fiction on 16 February, 2010

3.15.06

Dear Editor,

Attached is my poetry sub­mis­sion for your con­sid­er­a­tion: Venus and Adonis. I am a new writer and thought your site the per­fect match for this poem. Thank you for your time in read­ing this.

Beware the Ides of March,

Wil­liam Shakespeare
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Fragments

In Poetry on 9 February, 2010

These words were for­got­ten and found and cut up
On strips and sheets and folds
Of paper lin­ing
Lanes and aven­ues and streets.
When I had fin­ished stitch­ing, I read: Read the rest of this entry »

Lessons from a week of handwriting

In Process on 3 February, 2010

Scribble scratch a swiggle sways and loo

       oooo

       oooo

       ps down under

              across

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This Piece of Writing

In Process on 26 January, 2010

I fell in love with this piece of writ­ing about fif­teen minutes ago when I decided to start writ­ing it. Rather, I fell in love with the idea of writ­ing it, since it didn’t exist yet. But now that I have star­ted writ­ing it, I am offi­cially in love with this piece of writ­ing. Read the rest of this entry »

Three poems

In Poetry on 18 January, 2010

iLove Let­ters

when you
play with the pearl
of my ear­lobe
on the tip
of your tongue
it’s like a ninja move
you render me help­less
as if i’ve for­got­ten
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The Poet (a fable)

In Fiction on 12 January, 2010

A man sits down and writes a poem. It is not a great poem, he knows, but still, he has writ­ten it, and so it makes him feel proud. Every­where he goes, he recites it in his head.

Then one day the man has a great idea.

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These are my pictures

In Process on 6 January, 2010

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