Etiqueta: underground

  • #art, Talking Art With Artist Matt Snyder…

    #art, Talking Art With Artist Matt Snyder…

    I think you will enjoy the chat with this fine artist and fellow blogger. You can reach him, and follow his work through his blog iMartist. OUR CONVERSATION LatinosUSA: At what point/time in your life did you realise you were an artist and assuming that profession, how did it change…

  • Interview with Laura Bennett

    Interview with Laura Bennett

    Here are my answers to Edward’s questions, with of course, some of my own AI pizazz thrown in! (I’ve been nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award by Edward Ortiz) What is your morning routine? This is a fun one, because it depends on if I’m working overnight or not. 3…

  • Interview With the Artist Sara Allwright

    Interview With the Artist Sara Allwright

    Sara is from Wales. She is a fab friend from the blogosphere, a painter and a writer. Since I am so sure you will find her quite interesting, I will let her start by telling you a little more about herself… SARA IN HER OWN WORDS: «I left school at…

  • Review: Cold Nights of Childhood (Çocukluğun Soğuk Geceleri) Tezer Özlü  by John RC Potter

    Review: Cold Nights of Childhood (Çocukluğun Soğuk Geceleri) Tezer Özlü by John RC Potter

    ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………… A well-known saying is that you cannot judge a book by its cover. In the same vein, one should not judge a book by its length. Cold Nights of Childhood by the Turkish author Tezer Özlü is a slim volume. Although a short novel, it is also weighty in…

  • Latency of Dendrites by Victoria Crawford

    Latency of Dendrites by Victoria Crawford

    The flicker of wings spark across the canopy of my  neural network a dendrite forest baited with dandelion fluff, budding twigs and memory feathers, nest-ready for context with affinity flyers Bird soars the branching nerve cells scoping a woody electricity calling her with chemical lures, alchemical nodes of connection, glimpses…

  • Conversing with da-Al

    Conversing with da-Al

    I am so happy to be here, conversing with a friend and fellow blogger, a very artistic person that I think you will enjoy reading about and getting to know. Allow me to introduce you to da-AL. Hi there! I’m da-AL, and since I learned to hold a pencil, I’ve…

  • EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW: TARIK GUNERSEL By Abhilash Fraizer (Editor of Masticadores India)

    EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW: TARIK GUNERSEL By Abhilash Fraizer (Editor of Masticadores India)

    We are extremely delighted to bring an exclusive interview with the eminent Turkish Poet Tarik Gunersel, the Initiator of World Poetry Day. He has also held esteemed positions in PEN International and PEN Turkey —Abhilash Fraizer. (By MasticadoresIndia) Q: How did you become a writer? What/who are the first influences…

  • #art, Talking Art with Fiasco!

    #art, Talking Art with Fiasco!

    I think you will truly enjoy, as much as I did, this chat with this magnificent and very interesting artist from The Netherlands, who goes by the name of Fabian Fiasco. I am sure many of you know him from our blogosphere. But if you do not, you can find…

  • WE CROUCH LIKE DUMB MIRACLES AT THE EDGE WAITING FOR FLIGHT by Clive Donovan

    WE CROUCH LIKE DUMB MIRACLES AT THE EDGE WAITING FOR FLIGHT by Clive Donovan

    The pond is frozen over with ice stars. When I look them up on my new iPhone 16, fleece pajamas for the grandkids pop up instead. It’s nearly Christmas, stick season. Small dark birds I can’t identify forage near the stone wall and the footprints in crusty snow left when…

  • The Unseen Behind The Scenes by Laura Bennett

    The Unseen Behind The Scenes by Laura Bennett

    Question for you all. When do you feel you write the best material? Ok, ok. So. A second post in one day? It’s been a while since I’ve done one of those! Hmm…what’s fired me up? Honestly…the daily prompt is a repeat (like that’s ever not the case?!) and I…

  • One Last Smile |  by tea solon

    One Last Smile | by tea solon

    He stood there like a freshly unfurled yellow chrysanthemum, smiling at me, and said, “Good morning, sir!” as I completed the fourth flight of stairs leading to the faculty room. Catching my breath, I smiled back. He stood there, glowing, as if waiting for someone. Then I went about my…

  • Listening and Learning, a chat with Willie Torres by Francisco Bravo Cabrera

    Listening and Learning, a chat with Willie Torres by Francisco Bravo Cabrera

    I would like to introduce to you a phenomenal writer, a spiritual man who teaches in the most subtle and gentle ways things that will, undoubtedly, help us in many ways. This is Willie Torres. I have been enjoying his blog, Being Crazy for Christ (and you might have been…

  • Universal magnet by Susana Cabaço

    Universal magnet by Susana Cabaço

    Love is like an invisible magnet, attracting you to sacred fields. It connects you subtly to the ultimate benevolent essence of All-That-Is. Whenever you tune in to love, objectively or abstractly, you are secretly touching the blueprint of the Grand Design that graciously and orderly oversees everything. You are, in…

  • The Architect by C. J. Anderson-Wu

    The Architect by C. J. Anderson-Wu

    Architect Hou was woken up by a phone call. When he got up to answer the phone, he realized the storm had passed, and the power was back. “Come to the National Science Education Center for a meeting.” “For what?” “For the reconstruction of the Radio Station for Education.” “What…

  • Button Box by Lynn White

    Button Box by Lynn White

    I loved playing with the buttons in ‘Grandma’ Kirk’s button box.  She wasn’t my real grandma but mum’s friend who used to have a Chip Shop nearby. When she died ‘Auntie’ Stacey, (who wasn’t my real aunt either), took the money that Grandma Kirk had hidden under the floorboards, even…

  • DEATH OR A CHANCE TO LOVE: She licked her wrists as soon as she caught her breath [408:1]

    DEATH OR A CHANCE TO LOVE: She licked her wrists as soon as she caught her breath [408:1]

    Image: A poem by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Immediately she left the sea for the mountains. Where the swamps were muddy and dark, she clandestinely slips in like a snake slips through the thickets. She licked her wrists as soon as she caught her breath. Her wrists turned into a…