Dodging The Smiling Slice – #Poetry by Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk

Dodging The Smiling Slice

It’s not the same

writing these words with black keys ignited

It’s not the same

looking into a screen cracked

a slice of black smiling across the words

It’s not the same as my laptop

the one sitting in an office drawer

waiting to be fixed

waiting for a day forever tomorrow

It’s not the same but It is the same




It’s not the same but I’m not letting It become anything else

I’m telling myself It’s too different

that it’s not mine

It’s not the same

but It’s becoming quite familiar

the movement of the words in the small box

dodging the smiling slice

Consider Yourself Invited

Originally posted on disregard the prologue:

Yep, we’re having a party to celebrate Torn’s ebook release tomorrow, and you’re invited!

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We’ll have chances to win paperback and ebook copies of Torn, as well as other great prizes. Watch for the author AMA (ask me about writing, publishing, the stories or characters, whatever!), a party playlist, a scavenger hunt, flash giveaways, guest authors, and more!

Mmmm... papery and yummy Mmmm… papery and yummy

Here’s the party link. Events will be posted between 2:00 and 9:00 PM EST on March 31, but will be left open overnight in case anyone wants to drop in and add responses to games/activities. Winners will be selected at random on April 1 (no foolin’).

See you there!

(Please note: March 31 is the official e-book release date. Paperbacks will be available as soon as formatting issues are sorted out. Party prizes will be sent out soon after… and the party is not endorsed/sponsored/etc in any…

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Novelist, Poet, and now Playright: A Guest Author Post by Paul Xylinides

Originally posted on KURT BRINDLEY:

It’s hard to say where a poem and its ensuing conversation will lead. It’s even harder to say where it will eventually end. To understand how it is we are about to arrive at the fortunate post-poem, post-conversational point to which we are headed, I will simply refer you to here instead of wasting precious time and space with a reenactment in paraphrase.

With that out of the way, I can now get us to the point to where we wish to be by pleasurably presenting to you the publication of this humble site’s very first play, penned by our good friend and literary phenom Paul Xylinides, author of THE WILD HORSES OF HIROSHIMA.

Tweeting in the Immortal Nineteenth Century
A Play in One Act

by Paul Xylinides

(Dedicated to K. Brindley)

Dramatis Personae
William Wordsworth: Poet
Dorothy Wordsworth: Sister

The Wordsworth Lake District cottage

The Nineteenth…

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James Ferace ‘The Residue of Design’ Review

Originally posted on Horror Novel Reviews:

Written by: Chad Lutzke

TheResidue of Design is a single short story available as an ebook.  This is the second story I’ve read by James Ferace, and between the two it is my favorite.  From my experience, I believe I accurately judge his books by their cover.  Often times the covers reflect a tone of darkness in a psychological sense.  They are out of context and seemingly random with pictures of scars, teeth, sutures, human anomalies, etc.  Real Cronenberg type stuff.  You know you’re getting something unsettling but not sure of what.  Such is the case with The Residue of Design.

Written in first person with a hint of Poe, the main character in Residue goes in and out of flashbacks as he tells the story of the disturbing ability to regenerate after removing parts of his own body—the reasoning why is very clever and could easily make…

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#ClassicHankSaga Fridays – Stinky’s Hat – Story #8 in The #HankSaga by @Deeliopunk / @HankSaga

#ClassicHankSaga Fridays!


Stinky’s Hat – By: D.e.e.L – Story #8 In the Hank Saga!

A story about true friendshipish and I think there’s a rubber band in this story somewhere also…or maybe not…I mean there could be…but…I don’t remember…

Stinky’s Hat – By: D.e.e.L Copyright 2012

“Hey Stinky!”

“Hey there Cutie McDanny!”

“Oh…umm…yea…hi. Sooo…umm…new hat?”

“This old thing? No way! I’ve had it for weeks!”

“Four weeks?”

“No, for weeks…”

“So a month?”

“No…only for a few weeks.”

“Four…a few…alright so like six months?”

“Slightly correct.”

“Fantastic! So can I see what’s under it?”

“Under my hat? You know I’m never seen without a hat on.”

“Yea…so maaaaay I see?”

“No way!”

“Pshh, I already know what’s under it anyways…”

“How? Nobody knows!! Tell me what you know!”

“Well…There was this one time when I was within this moment and I saw something during the seconds of the moment that were happening this one time when I saw you take your hat off for a second to brush your hair. I noticed you combing your flowing locks of hair with the Golden Comb of Aruhotenoforthis when I noticed something else within this moment of noticing several different things at once, which lead me to climb on top of the rack in which we keep the various assortments of trays on and use it as a leaping point. I leapt off the rack and bumped my head into the ceiling and fell crashing into your gorgeous locks. I awoke many moments later and saw myself in a world of…”

“Is this story going to take much longer? I’m attending a class with some of the other employees to learn how to spell the word “Ladle”. I’ve heard it has two D’s, but I think that is just a rumor.”

“Well…it takes me about twenty to thirty minutes to write a story like this, so if you’re standing here as I’m writing it then it will most likely take that long for you to sit here and listen, because that is how long it is lasting within this time I am creating, but if I write it down and you read it later, then it should take less than 5 minutes to finish reading, unless you spend some of that time trying to figure out what this says Rutriantwonottopabovethefloortoholdacountertopwhatiamtriantwosayquestionmikebecausemarkisonvacation.”

“Uhh…I don’t know twelve.”

“Post-dicament. Now sit down and listen!!!!!!”

“Okay, I’m sorry.”

“Do you need to use the bathroom before I start again?”

“Well…I did…but then you yelled…and…suddenly I’m fine!”

“Alright good. I’ll grab the ‘Floor slippery when wet” sign and get started.”

“…no more orange juice for me.”

“Sooooo, there I was in the middle of the top of your head within all of your hair! I looked to the right, but there was nothing there, so I looked to the left, and there was all sorts of fun stuff!

The first place I walked into was the “Lice City-Gifts and Deodorants” where I bought some gifts and several different tasting deodorants. As I was eating some “Mountain-top Scent” a mildy attractive woman came walking over to me. She asked me where a nice place to grab a coffee with me would be and I laughed in her face and said “Hahahaha”, so she left. As she walked away I noticed something with the corner of my eye, because I was feeling quite lazy and didn’t feel like using my entire eye to look in her direction. She walked away and something fell from her and onto the floor of which is actually your scalp that of which is upon your head that holds within some sort of brain of which you use to think words out loud so that people can hear you. I picked up the rubber-band and placed it around my wrist and torso. I then walked around going up to everyone and saying “Hey look at me! Hey look at me!”, to which they responded “Okay”. Once my one man show was over I began to do more exploring upon your scalp.

The doors swung open and I looked around “Stinky’s Smelly Olde Bar of Soap” and saw a bunch of lice people and a few others that were trapped in your hair as well. I sat a few seats away from Mc Frisbee Rockstar so that I wouldn’t smell the sweat from his sweat-glands. I ordered a the “Hairy Sundae Surprise” with extra sprinkles. The barofsoaptender said back to me “Sprinkles? You mean Jimmies?”. I smacked him and ate the hairy sundae, then righted out the door.

The smell of unwashed scalp was beginning to almost become so much for me possibly, so I put the gas-mask on that I had in my hand the hole time. As I was falling down the time hole I noticed various things also falling down as well during the same time that I was falling. There was a toaster, an envelope, Gina, and Hank!

We all landed on your brain, untouched by time because of the time hole. There were dino-lice and past Presidents walking around without wearing sunglasses, but they didn’t need them because your brain wasn’t very bright. I looked around in a circle. Hank did the same. Gina was trying to pull the four pieces of toast from the toaster.

“Well…I’ll just grab this envelope…”

“You mean…grab that envelope?”

“Well yea…this one right here…”

“That one right there?!”

His mind became boggled and he resorted to somewhere. Once back from his trip to Pickle-Island we stood across from each other in the middle of….a Dicament.

“I’m taking this envelope!”

“That envelope?”

“Yea, this one right here.”

“Right there?”

Suddenly the envelope began to speak! The voice form the envelope shouted out how much fun it was inside and wished to never be released, ever. So, Hank and I agreed to disagree about what we agreed upon.

“Uhhh…Gina…we need that toaster…no…no Gina that burnt piece is not Nina. No…no she’s not okay, she’s trapped in a toaster. I know, I know you miss her. Yes, yes she will appear in another story and you will get to decide her fate.” (Grandma Nina-Coming Soon)

“With the envelope in one hand and the toaster on the floor I looked up to the sky before dropping the envelope on your brain and walking away…to punch Hank in his stupid face! Babow!! Hank got mad and whipped the remaining half of his tail kind of towards me, but not really. I laughed and said “Hahahaha, your tail! Hahaha”, which made him turn orange and put on a v-neck and sunglasses even though it wasn’t very bright at all.”

“It’s on…”

“Alright Hank, I see how it is…it’s going to be an old fashion Shore-off.”

“Dress to impress…”

“I put on a pair of two-hundred dollar sunglasses and untied my left shoe. Hank put a shirt over his shirt with the intention of wearing another one on top of those two. I put gel in my hair and buzzed my name into the side of my head. Hank jumped behind some turn tables and pretended he was a DJ. I used my abs to wash my shirt. Hank drank a beer, took a shot, and ate a pickle. I walked up to all the lice looking girls and asked to smush them. The Shore-off was getting intense, so we agreed to one final test. Filling in the bubble sheet was a trying task as I was answering questions while filling in the bubble sheet and talking to my foot about why I haven’t scrubbed it in years. Hank was using the answer sheet he stole from Nina. Once the test was finished it was done being taken. The parrot reviewed both tests and said a whole bunch of words out loud! The parrot could talk! I won the test with an A+ and Hank regretted using Nina’s answers. With his sunglasses on he couldn’t see where he was going and walked into a wall to vanish.”

With the rubber band in one hand

And a print out of how to spell the word “Ladle”

I said the magic words and fell out of your gorgeous locks


By Dan Leicht (D.e.e.L) March, 27, 2015

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Ta Daa! The Winning Doodle!

Originally posted on heylookawriterfellow:

Last week, the lovely and talented Sarah Wesson (whose blog is awesome, by the way) won the Third Semiannual Heylookawriterfellow Win A Doodle Contest!

I am an accident prone idiot, so Sarah’s prize is a Custom Made Mike Allegra Overcoming Injury Doodle! It is the first of what I fear will be many such doodles in my future.

Sarah could get a drawing of anything she wanted. She wanted a Caffeine Gnome. I had never seen a Caffeine Gnome before, so I winged it.

Hope you like it, my friend!


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