seannelson

Primary tabs

TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
Forum topicThis Is A Good Place To Start A New Literary Movement / School. well-wisher1014 years 9 months ago
StoryHOW TO WRITE A GOOD POEM seannelson214 years 10 months ago
StoryOn E-Literary Culture seannelson214 years 10 months ago
Storydefending PublishAmerica against some reviewer(typical small-minded conformite) seannelson314 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Silent God seannelson314 years 11 months ago
StoryMY WORD: "HUMATERNITY" seannelson315 years 1 month ago
StoryNuclear Power is Essential seannelson515 years 2 months ago
StoryPAIN kheldar915 years 2 months ago
PageMore Books by ABCtales Authors admin1515 years 2 months ago
StoryFlowers Don't Take Plastic seannelson315 years 2 months ago
Forum topicOne post one comment Kropotkin383115 years 2 months ago
Forum topicThe Land Of Smiles Mangone8015 years 2 months ago
StoryOn "Liberalism" seannelson215 years 3 months ago
StoryGREAT PHILOSOPHERS ZINGERED seannelson215 years 3 months ago
StoryON PREVENTING TERROR STRIKES seannelson415 years 5 months ago
StoryI Hit the Bar Last Night seannelson215 years 5 months ago
StoryOn Israel's Right to Exist seannelson315 years 6 months ago
StoryOn China and Pinot Grigio seannelson215 years 6 months ago
StoryOregon Coast Haiku seannelson315 years 6 months ago
StoryOn Poetry and Money seannelson315 years 7 months ago
StoryOn Hitler, Nazis, and Democracy seannelson215 years 7 months ago
StoryDown With Democracy seannelson215 years 9 months ago
StoryPizza in America seannelson615 years 9 months ago
StoryFuck Mainstream America seannelson316 years 11 months ago
Forum topicAnti-War Poetry patmac1118 years 6 months ago

My stories

Mutt The Immortal

I should be producing a product for Business 207; Instead, I'm crafting an ode to you, who I saw as I walked out of 7-Eleven with a St. Pauli Girl in a paper bag dress,

Drop The Bombs

In Southern China, a fat old commie entrepeuner is washing viagra down with a tonic made of tiger balls. 20,000 Leagues beneath the sea, the liver of an electric eel is struggling with the mercury created in the production of this pen. At a posh private school in Malibu, a future president is bullying a nerd who will someday write the great American novel. In Jamacia, a man with grey dreads is entertaining a crowd of ice-cream cone sporting tourists by doing a headstand on a beer mug. In Bombay, a sweet young tech-support unit is up late, reverently turning the pages of "The Bhagavita." In Sweden, Bjorn Borg, dressed entirely in his own clothing line, is receiving service from a model who loves him for his valour on the tennis court. Outside Fallujah, a Marine lieutenant is using his iPod to buy Apple stock, which has tripled in the past year; next month it will drop one tenth and his mother will be killed at a poorly designed intersection. In a galaxy far, far away, three-headed university students are furiously scribbling notes as they watch Hitler speak at the Berlin Olympics, our first broadcast into space. On the African Serengeti, a teen antelope with so much to live for is sprinting faster than he ever has before to escape a lithe older lioness; a 31 year old British babe is congratulating herself on a smashing picture. In Alaska, a twelve year old girl, whose father is slaving away on a fishing schooner, is deciding if Jay-Z or Fabolos is more talented; She's going to click on Fabolos. In Guam, I'm listening to a bible-thumping meth dealer jack off in the bunk below me as I wistfully watch a grove of palm trees sway in the wind through a barred window. John Lennon said, "But if you're talking about destruction, you know you can count me out." But I say, "You know, you can go ahead and drop the bombs."

the word in the stone

Just simple lines on paper, or tiny symbols on a screen just can't move solid stone, it often seems to me. Where I live and how I think is flesh and...

The Orbit of Learning

For Madmen Only

My Eyes Are Wide Open

though too early for you to see what I mean, it's too late for me to leave the world unseen. though too hot to penetrate the reptile's heart, it's too cold for me to ply my customary art. though too low for me to claim a noble right, i'm far too right to bow to might. though too sophisticated to be happy moss, too primitive to rule as Fortinbras. Too sanguine to find quarrel in a straw, too fiery to submit to ignoble law. too black to muffle my midnight moan, too white to leave it vulgarly known. Too experienced to lay bloody trust in words, too naive to leave the election lights to birds. too wise to depress death as a cancer, too wonderfully hateful to call it an answer.

Pages