A Complete Narrative Breakdown: An Open Letter to You |
I've been struggling with not being the writer I want to be for a long time now. I've tried every means of improving my ability to convey narrative, summon images, provide both engagement and release...
Posted by Pete on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 06:39:00 PST |
Donna Schecter Still Has Her Way With Words |
I HADN'T seen my mother without makeup in decades, not since her ERA campaigning in the late 70s, early 80s. She was earthy then: a smart-mouthed liberal with a stolid weakness for domineering or aloo...
Posted by Pete on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 10:01:00 PST |
The Same Smile |
"Failure has always sounded better." Bright EyesOn a college campus, even the groundskeepers have newish, clean shoes. Somehow Ed's shoes were always dirty, crusted like bread, though he barely walke...
Posted by Pete on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 05:44:00 PST |
Love Scene in an Apartment Building Hallway |
"If we make it to the third date, let's have sex.""Fourth or fifth, depending on how you kiss.""I kiss like springtime.""And that's how?""Sweet. A bit cool at first, but kind of scorching at the end."...
Posted by Pete on Fri, 09 Feb 2007 06:32:00 PST |
Revenge is a Bitch |
Lot liked Sodom.His daughters couldn't agree. Their new home was a difficult thing to explain to his younger daughters, whose prolonged purity was preserved by keeping them inside, avoiding the maraud...
Posted by Pete on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 07:13:00 PST |
WHEN I was a child, I did exactly one cute thing. |
WHEN I was a child, I did exactly one cute thing. During the summer of my tenth year, I attended an acting/fat camp on the campus of a local community college. One Wednesday during an extended improv ...
Posted by Pete on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 10:35:00 PST |
Thank You Attending My Seminar |
I appreciate your focus. I know that a lot of you right now are sitting here and may still have some of those old familiar feelings like, "Hey, I still need to pee." And believe me, in ten minutes, yo...
Posted by Pete on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 06:38:00 PST |
One misplaced truth |
can be worse than a thousand thoughtful lies.
Posted by Pete on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 06:36:00 PST |
In High School, I Was Sexually Desperate |
IN HIGH school I was sexually desperate. I had one male suitor. A friend, really. Charles. He had a huge head of curly brown hair that looked like some sort of prickly bush that might grow in the dese...
Posted by Pete on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 02:42:00 PST |
My Type |
Her messages were always the same. Something like, What the fuck are you doing here, Scott? I was here first. Get the fuck off this site. Then they became emphatic, as if I were forcing her hand. This...
Posted by Pete on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 01:55:00 PST |
