writing

We Find Ourselves Our Own Way By Mallory Ruff “You want to hop back south to S.F. instead of hitch?” Felix asked me, expecting a no. I had flaked out before in L.A. and made him angry. Late one night a few weeks ago, after walking miles on pavement to get to the yard, we ended up next to a...

cambria, ca oct. 31, 2010 if [sleep is so hard to catch] then i suggest getting a glove or a trap… i see it in her eyes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- alas, i am back to mother earth after getting acquainted with wingnuts...

So as of late my brain hasn't been working right, I can only follow a train of thought for a short period of time anymore and can't really get the spark that i used to, Back in the day i could get Ideas like nothin' have 'em fallin' outta' my fucken ass, So lately anyways it's either been the...

Just wondering if anyone else out there has done any grant writing... I'm trying to write some grants and looking to network. I know you can get up to 500K for a standard nonprofit. and it seems pretty easy to set up a nonprofit. I know of some guys doing the same thing that I do back on...

We had to do an introductory paper for an English class about writing so the professor could learn our writing style and my professor asked us specific questions and this was the result. It relates to writing and the road and I hope some of you can relate. Writing: A Life’s Journey...

(second half of a travel story I once wrote). The next way, we caught a minibus to the edge of the city and then a truck to the border, where the police tried to set us up with a bus, while I came to the stark conclusion that I had left my eyeglasses on the previous ride, which was now long...

I know it sounds silly. If anyone is in Sacramento, there will be a Erotic Short Story writing party on Saturday, Feb. 16th. PM if you would like to know more.

Steppenwolf, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, On the Road, the Stranger These were words spray painted on an empty billboard above the corner of Park Place and Boardwalk, in the strange land called Atlantic City. Black paint on the bare white Billboard stood out among the twinkling...