My slant on writing...

How to Publish a Book

Have you wondered the easiest way how to publish a book? I know from my own experience it's easier to self publish a book than it used to be. But, these days you can sign up as an author at Amazon and Barnes and Nobel and upload your manuscript and start selling it online. On… Continue reading How to Publish a Book

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My slant on writing...

Book Writing Software

You might like New Novelist book writing software, if you need a helping hand writing a book of poetry or novel. You can get by with Microsoft Word, but within the new novelist software, you can add as many chapters as you want and keep notes for characters and your references used. For me, it's simpler… Continue reading Book Writing Software

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Spiritual and beyond

Exerpt from Meet Duff

"Is this how it all ends? You gaze at yourself and don’t know it’s you anymore? Then, you read your Horoscope and pencil in cross word puzzles? What’s next, Bingo! Solitaire! Chess! Hum… now that might be some fun. I’ll have to give them a whirl!" ~ Morty Finkelstein the convenience store owner. Meet Duff Chapter 1… Continue reading Exerpt from Meet Duff

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That One Night

In school I read Poe I read Thoreau I read Hemingway in the library I even brought them home with me and kept cracking them open and, I wondered, why couldn't I be like them? that One night when I was young I got inspiration It came to me in a swift spirit filling my body carrying… Continue reading That One Night

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Inner Monkey

Primal fright walks upright rings Pavlov's bell better than hell Pray that inner monkey gets drunk 'cause screaming ape's goanna bite beneath all that hair from whence he cared came missing link the thinking man who reads aphorisms like “if it ain't broke, don't fix it” propped up in bed drinking fine burgundy wine

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Remember the Day

I woke up in a world that wasn't mine in a cup of black I stretched rubbed my eyes looking around at my city I no longer recognized and my soul turned to rubber 'I wanna hold your hand' played on the radio I faded away and, fell in a field and you will, too once… Continue reading Remember the Day

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In a Hurry

In a hurry might as well do it busy watching clocks slowly ticking working fast In a flurry counting widgets cranking digits not to worry nothing matters where we go no one follows no one knows you're not gone never somewhere always nowhere all the same There's no point to it all never tell us why you do it… Continue reading In a Hurry

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Subtle Hymn

Lightening strikes a subtle hymn until we hum we left that room electric charge hovering over barge and tunnel biting us like ants heavy on our shoulders crawling skin begetting thin snapping crackling whipping loudly your hymn of quietness tipping you over your edge into your cup of swallowed green tea with a feather brush you strike out… Continue reading Subtle Hymn

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Falling from the Top

Falling from the Top up through the bottom and down someone's murky throat upside down falling shrouded reborn black abyss bound under good graces scorned funny faces remember your story there's always two sides if they'd only listen everyone has lousy advice yet, who listens to old Bart what would he know? the young think they are goanna… Continue reading Falling from the Top

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Hidden in the Garden of Fools

Have you ever been Hidden in a Garden of Fools? I know I would like to be crawling around in there once again with all those mules Not as a fly on the wall Pinkerton small but, lost within a maze of green living breathing purple haze hedges because that doesn't matter what does is a grasshopper… Continue reading Hidden in the Garden of Fools