Muscle Memory
A masseuse has an interesting brush with an uncanny client. Poetry by Omar Willey
Category: Literature
Interleavings: Serendipity and the Auto/Biographical Process
Biographical and autobiographical writing entwine. Why did I choose to write about a woman I never met and had no ties to—except for my interest in Jewish women’s history and the field of Psychoanalysis? Immediately the writer’s self is injected into the story. Sometimes Dr. Buxbaum turns up in my dreams, and in the morning I have to sort out the dream so it won’t get mixed up with biography.
All Things Return to the Shari’s Parking Lot
The yin of the yang: Graham Isaac revisits the theme of return in his latest poem for the Seattle Star.
All Things Return to the Safeway Parking Lot
Poetry by Graham Isaac.
Canapes and Cherryhs with Sable: Seattle’s Sable Jak Talks About Her Upcoming Foreigner Audio Drama Series
Omar Willey sits down with Sable Jak to discuss her upcoming audio drama series based on the Foreigner novels of C.J. Cherryh.
Author C.J. Cherryh Brings Her Foreigner Series to Audio, with Sable Jak at the Helm
Audio Cinema Entertainment has obtained the rights to produce a full-cast audio version of the first three books of Hugo Award-winning author C.J. Cherryh’s science fiction series, Foreigner Universe. And they have chosen Seattle.
With You
Nick Stokes continues his novel, Affair. In this excerpt: Eros visits with a guillotine.
Bardolatry and Its Discontents
Shakespeare is treated with a true idolatry–Bardolatry. Producing groups do not help when they treat audience members like sheep and imply that they need not understand Shakespeare. Theaters are there to pass down the Law. They expect that the barbarians simply arrive at the Church of Theater, convert to the cause of Bardolatry and receive William’s Holy Word like a communion wafer. Whether or not the barbarians understand transubstantiation is immaterial to the purposes of the Church.
Compulsive Talker
Pamela Hobart Carter’s latest poem, about communication, connection and isolation.
In the Bathroom
She must be wondering what I am doing in the bathroom. As am I. She is not alone. She is not alone in wondering. I always am, usually. I am always wondering what I am doing. Is not everybody? I mean wondering what they are doing? Everybody does not give a shit what I am doing, which is why I am alone in wondering it. Does she? He? They?
