Michael Levin's Blog Posts Tagged 'writing' (20)

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Self publishing is coming of age! First, we had parchment and pen. Then, the printing press came along. Ever hear of Zines? They're basically books self published using easy means like copy machines. Electronic publishing is all the rage. Can you believe how people love e-book readers like Nook? You can check books out of the library electronically now using apps like…

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I was reading in Wikipedia about Michael Chabon because he's got a collection of short stories new novel out…

News Flash! Our friend Shmal has been accepted into the writers fold at Elephant Journal! Publisher in chief Waylon…

Naomi has made a big move. She's gone to Gabon! Yes, her heart beat a different rhythm and decided it was time for a major change. Click here to see her Zoobird profile. And, here's her …

The taillights of the black Cadillac disappeared and the sudden quiet gave way to an ambient, deafening screeeee. Treefrogs or cicadas in the dark trees resumed a clattering conversation interrupted when the now vanished car pulled off onto the gravel so the driver could, yet again, get out to open his pants.



I bailed out at the driveway of an old country school, a long-abandoned classic—red brick, two rooms, big windows, nearly matching brick restrooms added on…

Charles Bukowski. Iconic. Unique, original, prolific. What he wanted to say, he said. He wrote tremendous numbers of stories, poetry, and what he wrote, he wrote without shame,

in a clean, terse style. In fact, his style was the only clean thing

about his writing. He wrote about the track, about women, gambling,

skid row, depression, obsession and cooked up the seedy side of life so

well that despite…

The House at 1540 E. Terrace Lane, by Bert Woodall

The house at 1540 E. Terrace Lane was just plain ugly. It was built in 1949 by a man named Robinson whose plumbing supply business grew prosperous in the post-war construction boom. Robinson was a simple man and his architectural standards began and ended with the word sturdy. It was a narrow house, and unlovely from the…

There are many fine things which you mean to do someday, under what you think will be more favorable circumstances.

But, the only time that is surely yours is the present.



Hence, this is the time to speak the word of appreciation and sympathy, to do the generous deed, to forgive the fault of a thoughtless friend, to sacrifice self a little more for others.



Today is the day in which to express your noblest qualities of mind…