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Mark Sahm will not save you money on car insurance. When used in moderation, Mr. Sahm has been known to revive dead brain cells. Satellite tracking pinpoints Sahm lurking around New York City where he's rumored to be a multimedia specialist, invisible super hero, and future Mega Millions winner.
S.Rod does not set off airport-security with her sexy cuteness, or her titanium spinal support. This petite Puertoruvian has been known to use her powers of the Force to steal Sahm's TV Dinners. With her love of crafts and interior-design, S.Rod hopes to make the world a better place one quilted seat cover at a time.
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* A literary passage *
There were days for us all where the lust of addicts made perfect sense. Where a man could indulge without a shred of restraint and love every succulent second, knowing full well that morality and conscience had been thrown to the roadside.
Those were the days when a man could walk […]
Eleven and a half months without a word to save the dream.
Five hundred thousand minutes to remind me of the vinyl groove I lost, of the gloss black symmetry that I allowed to warp in the sun. I was simply too busy making love to the backburner to notice, too bent on having more square […]
Stephen King wrote in his book ‘On Writing’ that he has a daily 2,000 word quota. Which is nice if you’re home every day! 14,000 words a week sounds stellar, but in reality such an amount would be exhausting if not totally improbable for me to do.
My quota for my first novel was 4000 words […]
You wonder if anyone is listening, don’t you? That when your words reach the page, when the pixels of monitors all over the world display your name below a post title— are they listening? Will they respond? Or is this all just another devil of illusion, slowly milking the lie that you so desperately want […]
Don’t be afraid to help. In fact, be a person that Smokey the Bear’s literature loving cousin Scripty would give a merit badge to.
Help stop The Art of Getting Bent, a novel by M. Sahm, from burning in the fiery doldrums of Amazon.com obscurity. Currently, as of August 26, Amazon is ranking TAGB at […]
How do you get your brain into writing mode?
Alternate Designation: Failure Gonna Put Mo Hair On Ya Chest, Boy
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Of the three fluorescent lights in my work cubicle, one buzzes noisily. When an Info-Tech guy sits at my computer to install new software, they usually ask, “Doesn’t that buzzing drive you crazy, man?”
I start to […]
NOTE: This is a sequel to my previous post: Identifying the Train People.
Ever think you could execute your morning routine blindfolded? That the repetition is engrained into your cerebral cortex like the mark of a library stamp? That you could fight off ninjas and still get everything done in time to catch the ever glorious […]
I have a naked ring finger right now, and it shudders for the future. It has been free all of its short life, and it knows. Yes, it knows that a shackle is waiting. The white gold shackle that will haunt much of the rest of its fingerprint worthy life. Alas, it’s a good thing […]
Yes oh yes, the pop culture crackle, come drop a cartoon anvil on my chest. I want to make the same artificial crunch sound produced by a guy with a slide whistle in a backroom studio. I’d love to cave in just like the cleverly placed leaves over the empty grave trap. That’s the pop […]
Without any caffeine yet at 7:45am to transform my decayed form into Mark-Ra the ever-living, I usually find myself drifting into slumberland on my morning train into Manhattan. Throw on some lounge jazz on the iPod and adios muchacos, I’m a Z producing factory. Of course, so often the train exists as an antithesis of […]
After using its massive capital to employ the best brain specialists around, Google Inc. has succeeded in using its web crawling technology to search through the brain of a human subject.
The braincrawling took place on July 4, 2005 and took approximately two hours and nine minutes. The subject, Paul Genigeti, received a small incision […]
“That iPod will be the death of you, young man.” Not the words you’d ever expect to hear from your mother, but it could have been for a young man this past weekend in Brooklyn. Read about it in USA Today here.
I’m sure the Apple spin doctors are hard pressing to point out that the […]
At the beginning of June, a small orange tree was imported from Florida to New York. Thanks to vacuum sealing, the little tree made the airplane trip without injury. It seemed destined to thrive in the humid New York weather of summertime. The tree was given as a gift to a loved one.
The small orange […]
Same as yesterday, last month, last Christmas, or five years ago. Same same same as I walk through the entrance as Grand Central. Same flow of human traffic around me, although always different faces. I weave and dodge to the pulse of the earbuds pounding something aggressive. Down my shortcut stairs, across the platform looking […]
This is the joke. This is the joke. Adjacent to life with nothing but laughing at his own failures. The faulty plug that causes the car to explode on a routine drive to buy beer and cigarettes and lottery tickets. Fixes for the broken machine that is the creative man. Fixes that were meant to […]
She was standing still and I was in her shadow, so she could not see me. This was not to say she could not sense my presence though. She could hear my breathing, the ruffle of fabric in my mass produced jacket as my arms swayed ever so slightly at my sides. She cried when […]
