Archive for July, 2012

July 31, 2012

A New York Night

As I stare out of my window near midnight, I see the other side of the city.
So many stories fill so many windows where humanity resides, even where shadows occupy vacant light.
Along  streets, random people, people so tiny from my viewpoint, walk not with distraction, but with a purpose all their own.
Taxis hurrily slow then escape back into grids.
Highrise offices break from consumption.
A glowing skyline pulses to catch its breath, so that it can resume another vibrant day.

July 24, 2012

Maxim #14

Birthdays are like a snifter of good brandy. Eventually I’ll have another.  — Literophanes

July 19, 2012

Maxim #13

Word by word, writing, we give life to new realities, live present ones and resuscitate past ones.  — Literophanes

July 12, 2012

Maxim #12

Never underestimate the flow of creative writing; even five mediocre sentences have the potential to become one great one.   — Literophanes

July 11, 2012

Maxim #11

To me a good scary story succeeds when the suggestion of fear is more powerful than the fear itself.  — Literophanes

July 5, 2012

Maxim #10

Appreciate the lemons in life as zest for your temperament.  — Literophanes

July 3, 2012

Maxim #9

And what part of your life story are you writing today?    —  Literophanes

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