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Amended Price List
29 Framed, personally autographed copy of any previously published poem by the poet on acid free paper. Size A4. Upgrade 39 B3. With photo. 49. 19 Commemorative ceramic beer mug with the poet’s...
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Fruit Smoothie
Mary says, “You’re a bastard,” and looks at me like I stuck her cat, a bad luck Bombay named Batman, in a blender. And blended it. “I’m sorry,” I say. “You’re a real bastard.” She’s sitting like a...
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Recording the Recorder
[Author's note: A couple of weeks ago, I had a conversation with a local writer at an abandoned food-stand during his lunch hour. Artist to artist. Figuring out for ourselves what this century's-young...
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Wince
Lately he wanted to write about love, its joys and desperation, emotions real enough to make readers wince. At dinner he tried explaining that to his wife. She leaned toward him. “I prefer my honesty...
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Prescription for Poets
Steal words from others, blame the royal tutor if caught, miss the beginning of movies on purpose but notice the first buds, try painting it all one color and then stop somewhere on the road and...
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"What if…"
Ben had walked into the offices of Engelman, Volger & Watson that morning with―dare say―a pinch of optimism. Yes, he was two months behind on rent for his studio apartment. Yes, he had been on a...
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A Literary Party
I answered the door and Hitler strode into my living room with Eva Braun. Naturally, they were uninvited guests to my party and twenty minutes early. Hitler wore a Jay Cutler jersey and Eva an evening...
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Arthur Nobody
Arthur works the night shift at a generically scummy bar so he can sit all day in a coffee shop and write like the bohemian he can’t really afford to be. This will not be a major contextual issue. He...
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True Art
He told people to call him “The Moon.” For hours at a time he would sit at The Seven Winds café beneath the “C” rating posted in the window by DHEC. The Moon would linger in this corner for so long it...
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Complete Write-Off
After eighteen months online and some seventy-four articles, stories, interviews, flash fictions, poems and miscellaneous other forms, I’ve decided to close Writers’ Bloc. I feel that it’s run its...
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