Words & Music

by Mike Power

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  • Bootcamp Fiction

    Over the weekend I attended a fiction writing bootcamp run by Laura van der Berg at Catapult and one of the exercises was to write a story using three unrelated ingredients as organically as possible. The three words I was given were: Seaside TownRomantic TensionCrying Woman  Here’s my story: At first I wasn’t sure if… Read more

  • Fictional Humans of New York (FHONY) – The Early Bird

    If I just keep moving….Which way am I facing? West? If I keep moving westward, I’ll eventually fall off a cliff, or drown, or circumnavigate the globe. Or get tired and quit before I realize any of those lofty ambitions.I could go east…just to be contrary. Eastern philosophy suits my state of mind. It’s gentler.… Read more

  • Review: Bright Lines by Tanwi Nandini Islam

    I have trouble making friends. I don’t do well with the superficial early stages of friendship, and this inhibition carries over into my reading habits; I resist getting to know a new cast of characters. But Anwar Saleem, the first character introduced by Tanwi Nandini Islam in her novel Bright Lines immediately felt like an… Read more

  • The Lost Art of Letter Writing: The Rejection Letter

    Dear Author,Thank you for giving me the opportunity to review your novel Drowning In My Tears. While the story of a man’s struggle to overcome debilitating halitosis is uplifting, I’m not sure the market universe for your work is broad enough to inspire the confidence of our agency.As long as there are readers who prefer… Read more

  • Tripping Up The Stairs

    I’d like to admit up front that this was a perfectly fine tune when I met it and it wasn’t hurting anybody. I learned it as “Tripping Up The Stairs” from Bucky Reed’s excellent site for people interested in learning how to play such things. The tabs from his site are below the video if… Read more

  • I Savor The Pain You Cause Me – Circling The Drain

    Dizzy and down, feeling that sickly centripetal pull, circling the draindon’t let my weight pull you downI would walk to your door, kneel down on your floor, and beg you to take pity on me if pity was the medicine I needI don’t need foodI don’t need water I don’t need airI don’t need words When… Read more