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By Eric D. Lehman The hobo arrived at Mark Twain’s house at sunset. Sun rays slanted across the tumbling creek and ancient elms. The large house was reddish brick, adorned with at least four chimneys, a wraparound porch, and a steep roof. Flowers bloomed in ... More »
By D.J. Rosenthal Are you and your unpublished manuscript having a lull in your relationship? If your manuscript is just not emotionally available, you might be wanting different things from each other. Do you need more of a sense of fulfillment from your page... More »
by Kevin Higgins It’s not all hanging around the college bar pretending to be Ted and Sylvia; or escaping to Italy with your lover, like the Barrett Brownings; or head-butting rivals in the green room during what you’ll later call your Norman Mailer phase;... More »
by Jeffrey Meyers After reading Igor’s flattering obituary I remembered his real character. He was a friend and, in the end, became intolerable. His gradual transformation from weirdness to madness was fearful and tragic. We first met when I was a grad... More »