Interesting… It looks promising… I'd love to read more of it. <3 I didn't know half of the words you used. <3 I didn't even know English could be used that way. <3 (And that's why English is the Language for Literature)
Is it about a sort of post-apocalyptic story or something like that? I love dark, edgy and gloomy stories. :D
Whichever language speaks through you — so that you're not just speaking through it — is the right one for your literature.
My protagonist has escaped from a limited apocalypse, an "inferno," at the end of the first story. I am thinking of the stories now as parts I and II of a single novel.
I confess: I wept inside a little through the whole thing, kind of dreading both what might happen and where we actually are these days. But at the end I wept openly, both for the beauty of the sentiment and its effect on the customer, and for a time when we could hug a stranger. Very nice, Mr. Polt, and thank you.
Ha, that's the most accurate depiction of being a typewriter poet too… pets is such a common topic, and you nail the thoughts going through one's head. I need to catch up on this blog, I am excited to have so much content to peruse!
I'm liking this story!
Interesting…
It looks promising…
I'd love to read more of it. <3
I didn't know half of the words you used. <3
I didn't even know English could be used that way. <3
(And that's why English is the Language for Literature)
Is it about a sort of post-apocalyptic story or something like that? I love dark, edgy and gloomy stories. :D
Maybe I post my book this way on my blog…
https://joshbeta1.blogspot.com/2010/01/rayos-beta-capitulo-primero.html
But I can't decide about the typeface for it…
Also, Spanish, English, German, Spanish & German or the three languages?
Whichever language speaks through you — so that you're not just speaking through it — is the right one for your literature.
My protagonist has escaped from a limited apocalypse, an "inferno," at the end of the first story. I am thinking of the stories now as parts I and II of a single novel.
I like your story. A bit of lighting the typewriter fire in a young girl and some happiness for a lady.
OK xD
I see…
Probably they should be a single novel…
I confess: I wept inside a little through the whole thing, kind of dreading both what might happen and where we actually are these days. But at the end I wept openly, both for the beauty of the sentiment and its effect on the customer, and for a time when we could hug a stranger. Very nice, Mr. Polt, and thank you.
How kind of you to let me know — thank you. I have learned a lot from Brian Sonia-Wallace's The Poetry of Strangers about the power of listening and giving voice to people. I've also tasted a little of it myself in my limited experience as a typewriter poet.
Ha, that's the most accurate depiction of being a typewriter poet too… pets is such a common topic, and you nail the thoughts going through one's head. I need to catch up on this blog, I am excited to have so much content to peruse!