before the end

walking on sallow legs

nearing death

he weakly picks up the phone

calls the organ transplant unit at the hospital

where he is a patient


he reaches the receptionist

and for the very first time in three years

pushes himself

to ask the question:

“any ideas as to when i’ll be receiving my liver?”


before callously going on

to describe the many ‘deserving’ patients

waiting for liver transplants

those who are parents of young children, for instance…


that dirty _____

she broke my man

she broke him and i couldn’t fix it

i couldn’t repair his hope

i will never forgive her for that

he died two weeks later,

april of 2003

one month before

his 52nd birthday


by mary ann blinkhorn


I was going to write this for Three Word Wednesday, but for some reason, I couldn’t get past the word, sallow.




True Story – dog on grave – reblogged


For the past 6 years, a German shepherd called Captain has slept next to the grave of his owner every night at 6 pm.

His owner, Miguel Guzmán died in 2006. Captáin, the dog, disappeared while the family attended the funeral services. A week later relatives of Guzmán were visiting the cemetery when they were astounded to find the dog next to the owner’s grave.
The cemetery director says that the dog comes around each night at 6 pm, and has done so for the past 6 years.



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Tool For Inspiration: Newspaper – reblogged

Excellent article!

Ever heard that saying  “You can’t make this stuff up”

Well it’s true. Sometimes stories just don’t sound real. They are so absurd and outlandish, that you couldn’t make that shit up.

For great outlandish stories that you can turn into your next screenplay or novel, check the newspaper.

The newspaper is full of stories. True stories. Events that actually happened. Now I’d advise not using the exact story, but using the basics of it. Use the conflict.

This works well with comedy.

I like to read the WORLD or NATIONAL news. Not just the headlines, but the small stuff too.

-“86 Year Old Arrested with Six Pounds of Marijuana”

– “Man Jumps off Bridge and Lands on Fishing Boat”

– “Bank Robber uses Pitchfork to Rob Bank”

Then you write it and no one can say “That wouldn’t happen”. Well, it did.

I use search engines to find online…

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a moment’s awareness

i proceed along

a mind’s dense fog

until its thick footprints drop

down down down

onto a clay street below

like being sold short

half-story residing

in half shadows

the rest eaten for breakfast

twelve hours ago

or trapped within a breath

or quietly misunderstood

lingering patiently behind a

never-developed third eye

connected to a heart

across the street

a little dog yaps

in solid hours

chases passersby

he’s always alone, that one

by mary ann blinkhorn

Put your characters through hell – reblogged


– Richard Beynon

Kurt Vonnegut was a hero of my youth(as you will know from a previous blog post ). His science fiction particularly thrilled and delighted me. The stories themselves were apparently light-weight, many of them built around what amounted to little more than jokes. And yet they seemed also to point to much deeper truths about the meaning (or perhaps lack of meaning) of existence itself. Indeed, some of his laconic, throw-away phrases seemed to carry the weight of entire philosophies. “So it goes,” was the catch-phrase of his great anti-war book, Slaughterhouse Five.

The same is true of his advice to aspiring writers. It seems so simple, so obvious – and yet it conceals a depth of experience and wisdom that is not at first apparent.

Take this little aphorism: “Be a Sadist,” says Vonnegut. “No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things…

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standing in the night – for 3WW

to collapse on the floor

while a heart stands silently

peeling stars

peeling tough stars from the skies

barren lips shaken

words over words

shadowed by unrelenting curtains

he describes it as cheap labor

the art of writing poetry that is

to dangle participles

of regular past verbs

by their ankles

embracing their high heeled splendor

until closet is vacant

bed left unmade

kettle unboiled

write it down neatly, i say

then maybe, just maybe

i might understand you

by mary ann blinkhorn

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