There isn't much to say that hasn't already been said and yet we endeavor to say it once more but differently. Years ago a man, possibly a grown man had a dream that he thought of as simplistic but that dream took hold and he grew a tree.
Later things happened. Even later more things happened. And then, ah yes, and then...
We bring you five women in our current issue. Not one. Not two. Not six. Five.
We start off with Julie Payne, a good name for a woman who writes so provocatively about beer honey.
Oliva bats her eyes and hits a field goal with the irreverant but drop-heavy shame, a crowd favorite.Someone named A. Ray Bright freudianly replaces nipples with dark circles and yet readers, her message is clear in her well chosen, and dare we say, prosaic words about that famous astrologist Dante. And we have two return writers. Certainly we all remember iN.D.i who tickles that space between our thumb and index finger yet again with dewed, a controversial look at feeling good. Kelly Mchone ends our evening with backlight, a triumph of words that ends, mwah, just right.
But there is still more. Coming soon PretendGeniusPress will be publishing works by some of the finest writers in America and Europe, and we are proud to say that some of those writers have graced our pages here. Visit their site to sign up for their newletter The Obliterati to stay abreast of all their goings on.
To end, we at writeThis would also like to take the time to say you're welcome during this time of Thanksgiving.
"Effie hangs out at the cigarette shop without her tongue. She stands by the cartons of Marlboros and screeches at customers about how people who don't smoke can lose their tongues. She says sometimes all it takes is a mean daddy with nicotine stained fingers, a pair of pruning sheers and a hungry dog. Or she's giving out a recipe for honey beer. It's hard to tell."