Often am afk these days, and am light on self-aggrandizement, but a small poem was recently published in @EmergeJournal’s scissors and spackle.
Maybe you’ll enjoy it.
Chicken Soul for the Soup
https://t.co/TPxEidyfmr
You didn’t ask for it, so here it is!
The next installment of The Writers Block. Fiona markets her memories to Big Juice and Hank attempts an avant-avant-garde documentary. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll stay in the bathroom an extra ten minutes.
https://t.co/PNCapXPpUz
“So, I am a martyr of drills, of spates of specific lingual flooding, casting at times, a mist or a mirage, like a caravan of yaks, transporting tungsten and water.”
We caught up with Will Alexander and his captivating broadside of biography.
https://t.co/g4EbsCyB2r
You didn’t ask for it, so here it is!
The next installment of The Writers Block. Fiona markets her memories to Big Juice and Hank attempts an avant-avant-garde documentary. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll stay in the bathroom an extra ten minutes.
https://t.co/PNCapXPpUz
Anatomically unqualified for all that sweet, sweet literary contest money? Tired of the soulless pays-the-bills copywriting? Searching for that next great social problem to exploit for the sake of “art”? Look no further. The Writers Block covers it all.
https://t.co/RmVimpdyLM
Anatomically unqualified for all that sweet, sweet literary contest money? Tired of the soulless pays-the-bills copywriting? Searching for that next great personal problem to exploit for the sake of “art”? Look no further. The Writers Block covers it all.
https://t.co/RmVimpdyLM
@amjuster This is derived from Larkin’s Collected Works, edited by his friend and scholar, Anthony Thwaite, who recently passed this April. It is Thwaite’s collection that remains canonical.
High matter thou enjoin’st me, O prime of Men,
Sad task and hard, for how shall I relate
To human sense the invisible exploits
Of warring Spirits? how, without remorse,
The ruin of so many, glorious once
And perfect while they stood?
THE WRITERS BLOCK
High matter thou enjoin’st me, O prime of Men,
Sad task and hard, for how shall I relate
To human sense the invisible exploits
Of warring Spirits? how, without remorse,
The ruin of so many, glorious once
And perfect while they stood?
THE WRITERS BLOCK
https://t.co/RlIaj76huf
Follow the agony and ecstasy of several promising writers as they struggle to make ends meet. There’s chilaquiles, a vapid millionaire, a memoir with no memories, a whole chicken, and even a 27th letter. Don’t act like you’re too busy.
THE WRITERS BLOCK
https://t.co/RlIaj76huf
“Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned.”
Jessica Bell performs Sonnet 104
https://t.co/JMutTCjCJp