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Igor squared himself in front of Baldy. "You're not a man!" "I AM A MAN, IGOR! I AM A MAN!" "YOU LIE!" Igor backhanded him across the face and as Baldy's head jumped to one side, he straightened him up with a slap to the other side of his face. Baldy stood at attention with his hands rigidly at...

I'll wait for Bill to weigh in on the Jack Grapes question. I don't know about stamina. I think it's called being old and not wanting to sleep. Congratulations M. I no longer smoke, but flick a bit of ash for me and know I'm mucho happy for you. - - Okay, Father Luke

brown rice, spinach, almonds and cashews banana for desert and a glass of milk

what's the smiley face for jealous and happy?

i don't eat chocolate

- Jim thompson - Hemingway -Anne Herbert -Cornell Woolrich -justin.barrett -William Taylor Jr -Al Masarik -Raymond Carver

There is a guy who walks around my home town of Santa Cruz, and he wears pink women's clothing. He carries a parasol which has been lined with tin foil. It's not for me, but every nut has its tree I suppose.

I liked that.

Amazon has it. 25 used & new available from $5.94 C L I C K

I found it for you at a thousand dollars cheaper H E R E It says that it would make a dandy wall decoration.

You'll want to go here: C L I C K Although priceless, oh children of the Mastercard generation, have $25,000 handy.

My tears weren't wasted. The program still made me cry.

Thanks, Jason. The program made me cry.

So, then your paragraph would be sort of like this? The pressures of society/man are building up to a point where he now has to do something. Writing is his way of being responsible to his obligations to society. When I was a potter, throwing clay for a living, my mentor asked me to sit down...

Wonder if he has a snap shot of Red Stodolski's grave? That seems a bit more uncommon. I've never seen it.

great stuff. thanks, man.

I like where you are going with bluebird, so I won't comment there. The assignment is yours, after all. ;) I liked what hoochmonkey9 wrote about radio, so I'll let that sit. What is it about back to the machine gun which draws you to it? Is there. . . man against man? man against nature? man...

I'm afraid that's the way it starts.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I'm too tough for him. I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the...

First things first. I went ahead and merged the two posts you had into this one post. That's okay, right? Next, I'll make some comments and stuff.

Why don't you post the paragraph you will write about each poem, and we can take a look at what you write, and make comments on them? Sound fair?

Has anyone seen this review yet? http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/25/books/review/harrison.html

If you haven't read James Thurber, Sean Maher, let me recommend him.

At Chelsey you had a choice between gym and R.O.T.C. I took R.O.T.C. because then I didn't have to wear a gym suit and nobody could see the boils on my body. But I hated the uniform. The shirt was made of wool and it irritated my boils. The uniform was worn from Monday to Thursday. On Friday...

Send them all, yeah. And a collection of Mark Twain. Why not? More importantly? Write. Write every day. Write more than once a day. Letters from people make all the difference when you are locked up. - - Okay, Father Luke