Monthly Archives: February 2015

Journals of Lord Malinov (second edition)

My collected works, Journals of Lord MalinovĀ (second edition) is free today on Amazon. http://amzn.com/B0085BQ7P8

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growing, lyrical, swirling words

We are, in ways, the sum of the songs that have captivated us, from youth through age, and each of our collections are unique, depending on the musical universe we find ourselves growing, lyrical, swirling words sundered unto our developing … Continue reading

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the pursed lips of a weary kiss

I took my first look into my notebook, my most constant companion, since about the time I could walk, in one form or another. This version included an ever expanding list of songs I had considered singing and so was … Continue reading

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icon of young rebel song

Like an immature vampire, Saul was more affected than true. Long string black hair had been deliberately moussed into a provocative emo-scrawl, his piercings and tattoos organized carefully to maintain his persona, fashionable alternative clothing draped as though a photograph … Continue reading

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a wave that visibly descended

“Good shit,” she said, laughing further, taking hold of her left breast and deftly slipping a finger under the cloth, rearranged the fall of fabric against a hardened nipple to ease a developing strain. I nodded agreement while holding my … Continue reading

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her pretty pursed lips

Seated beside me, isolated from the cacophonous chaos continuing to erupt from the bright glow of the bar, across the emptiness of a nearly abandoned lot, Silver closed her eyes and slowly lifted her skirt to scratch gently at the … Continue reading

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the naive insight

“I don’t really dig your name,” Saul said to the Big E, a strangely personal comment coming out of the blue, as he mindlessly flipped through the pages of Big E’s promotional notebook. “My name?” he asked, nearly dumbfounded by … Continue reading

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