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  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    1947. San Francisco. Brumous as always, street lamps casting keen light on slicked pavement. Swaddled in a encompassing night, the yells of derelicts caught by the marine air lilt over the town. A town of crepuscular dark, a town of mystery. Every flatfoot in this town will do backflips for a coup...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    We see see a great monument, a Spomenik. It looms. We see shots of different Spomeniks. One is foreboding, covered in snow, it’s form unintelligible, one is a large ball on a plinth, the other resembles a fasces, another one looks like an alien craft, and so forth. CUT TO a family sitting...
  • Fiction > Scripts & Plays
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    DIM BAP IS THE SIM BAP or Life is nothing but the sadness of rain or The Universe is misery and penultimate death or The Sublimity of the Cacti or The Agony of Living or The Sedate Beast of the Human soul A messy kitchen, Werner in the middle of it, toiling over a burbling...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    A man sidled up to me, martini held gingerly in his hand, marvelous martinis by the way, a stiff tincture of gin and something else, it eluded me. No matter. The man was looking at me now, forlorn. “Man,” he paused, looking me up and down, sadness kinked in his eyes, “Man, I was...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    One day on the Bluff a newcomer rolled in on a freight wagon. It was inbound from Carson City, the closest railhead where a momentary spurt of normal life could be had, without the characteristic litany of violence, lynching, and knife-fights that broke out because of a sideways glance, and hosti...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    A turtle. That’s what I am, in the whole playwriting show. It’s like a candy-coated, iron-heeled stomp in the gut. And here I am, with these people and they’re reciting that scene from Mommie Dearest with the wire hangers. No wire hangers ever, they chant, holding onto a wire co...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Max sat upon the fallen wall. He surveyed the landscape, noticing the tilted cairn and rolling hill leading up to chalk cliffs, cobblestone path meandering besides a bog where a pasture of sheep grazed on the grass that swayed in the light wind.  Looking behind you could see, far in the distance,...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    At lucite co we believe in lucite embedment, you can remember everything when its in lucite, you can remember your beloved family pet in lucite, you can remember your keys in lucite, you can remember your old, high-school flame in lucite, put it in lucite, put it in eternity, even put your f...
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    In Empyrean, nothing must disturb the rabble. Excitement weakens the heart, the mind, and the moral fibre. This is why our national sprots (aka sports) are bonsai trimming, raking Japanese rock gardens, and low-stakes cribbage. Cribbage is an outrageous accommodation made for a particularly aber...
  • Reviews > Movie Reviews
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    For my documentary project, I decided to focus on brutal regimes, mostly in and around Asia. I watched The Missing Picture and The Act Of Killing. Both of them play with the idea of artifice, The Act of Killing playing off of the storied war crimes of Indonesia during its systematic killing of al...
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    Dr. Strangelove is a fantastic movie, one of Kubrick’s innumerable masterpieces, famous for its witty appraisal of nuclear era paranoia, and gallows humor take on the Cold War going hot. Today, the film goes over most people’s heads, as the historical context is no longer as relevant, appealing ...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Russell thought about his life ahead of him. He thought that he would want to be someone who didn't just come and go completely forgotten. He'd be an explorer, the first of his family to not live a life of banality, a desk job, in a cubicle, a white stucco room with bright fluorescent ligh...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Point Limas, on a normal day May remind you of a painting that used to hang, with a gradient of brown, black, one that raised goose bumps on the nape of your neck as you passed, Cold sweat and a restless sleep, with indecipherable visions Of a nameless place where the sun is a muted glow...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Distant sheen of far away speckles, points of light dappled across a matte black sky, lit fleetingly by a sudden discharge of daylight, sky ripped asunder in an earsplitting noise, a sudden flash, dying with distance, that filled out and expanded, beckoning a globule of solid gold, one that hung...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Distant sheen of far away speckles, Points of light dappled across a matte black sky, lit fleetingly by a sudden discharge of daylight, sky ripped asunder in an earsplitting noise, A sudden flash, dying with distance, That filled out and expanded, beckoning a globule of solid gold, One that hung...
  • Fiction > Scripts & Plays
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    Characters Shiny – Down on his luck safecracker Lester – Head of crime ring, friend of Shiny ACT I SCENE ONE (SHINY is a man of 30. He is stocky and short, wearing a plaid shirt, and has slicked-back hair swept to a side with his comb. He is sitting in a bar and has clearly...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    One fine morning in the Orion Arm of the Milky Way Galaxy, a small blue speck swirled with all the bearings of life. It had on it that elusive combination of hydrogen and oxygen; one that brought about the stirrings of protoplasmic sea-life, spineless, half-alive sludge that was scraped off the sea ...
  • Nonfiction > Academic
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    Today, a great quandary will be answered. A great mystery will be dispelled. That mystery is: Why did Buster Keaton never smile? A rumor in Hollywood spread that the famous funny-man and puller of great, hair-raising stunts, was contractually obligated to never crack a smile. Of course, the truth is...
  • Reviews > Movie Reviews
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    The Master Film Review This movie is directed by Paul Thomas Anderson, who masterfully made movies such as "There Will be Blood" and "Magnolia", the fastest four hours I have ever sat through. He is no doubt a fantastic talent, a producing-writing-directing type who has never m...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    There is a place behind the cities, the towns, and roads, beyond the crows on telephone wires, when the telephone wires turn into telegraph wires and the telegraph wires turn into riders on horses. When horses become clay tablets with writing on them. There is a place beyond that, where the echoes o...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    There is a rumble far away, Animals running from a forest fire, The thunder after the lightning And the wax and the wane of the moon, The inevitable and unstoppable tides upon the shores, All that is left is me, I am above it all, festering inside like a million fireworks ready to blow, I am...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I saw it first in a novelty shop It harkened to those old days where Things were simple, as somebody who didn’t know The old days thought. I certainly didn’t know which was why I wanted to have it. But really, it was more complicated, Covered with nostalgic dreams For a better time, like l...
  • Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
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    Bright beyond belief, Moving billboards and light that stuns the birds out of the sky And blocks the stars from view. Walking on those streets You avoid the street performers In American flag underwear And a rhinestone cowboy hat As they sing Bruce Springsteen songs, And get in your face and...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    How could you hid behind that mask? A clay face to hid your feelings, Shut out from the world, From people who want to help, How can you block out advice with loud music, Plugging your ears and yelling, Refusing to hear, To believe, There has got to be more to you than that. A cookie cutter...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Cracked copies of National Geographic, Ripped, dusty, filled with last year's news, Starting afresh with a pencil, Crumpled papers scattered, Shreds of rejected drafts thrown Like rice on a wedding. It starts quite simple, As shadow builds, Depth emerges, And a form, from an abstract, slow...

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