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Ernest Slyman
Queens, NY
Poet, humorist, playwright and novelist.
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Fiddles love chocolate cake. Ask them if they want a slice and they’ll tell you they do. They’ll do anything for a slice of chocolate cake. Ask anybody in Bristol. We know our fiddles. Truth is they're not light on their feet like they used to be. And they got... Continue reading
Posted 3 hours ago at Bristol Stories
The contrast between flash fiction and story poems would seem negligible. It would they seem they serve the same purpose. Long line breaks make it appear the poem is prose. Long tails do as much. The project of the Bristol Story in which a town full of people have turned... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at Writer's Diary
I’m new in town. Just got here. Can you tell me something? Are there any people here. Bristol used to have thousands of them. All I see is fiddles, guitars and banjos. They sing to me. They have lovely voices. But I can’t always tell what they’re saying. For the... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at Bristol Stories
As you might expect visitors coming to Bristol were surprised that the people had turned into musical instruments. Often they spoke like fiddles, banjos and guitars. It wasn’t easy to understand what they were talking about. The sounds and tempo of music often indicated their disposition. But not the message.... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at Bristol Stories
There were seven guitars in Bristol who got divorced last month. One guitar disgruntled over the lack of music in their marriage. The other guitar talking too much. It couldn’t keep quiet. It sang night and day. The guitars had no harmony together. The guitars didn’t like the same things.... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at Bristol Stories
This is a horror story. When people in Bristol turned into musical instruments it shocked everybody. A little nose, a wooden body. Strings running all over your body. And you’re a fiddle. Be happy. Not everyone can be a good fiddle. Some fiddles don’t vote or pay their real estate... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at Bristol Stories
Chapter 3 “When did you realize you’d turned into a fiddle?’ is a common question around Bristol. The answers might astound you. “I didn’t know it till I looked in the mirror. I was shaving and saw the fiddle gazing back at me. It just nodded, those big blues looking... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at Bristol Stories
It just so happens that most of the people that live in Bristol are well tuned guitars, banjos. A few empty corn liquor jugs will play you a tune. Washboards stand ready to keep time with the band. If an accordion, dobro, bass comes around we’re glad to see them.... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at Bristol Stories
We read that dadgum book ‘Story of Bristol — Where Fiddles And Guitars Live And Breathe.’ What a sweet pail of milk that was. It told of our town Bristol, Tennessee — Virginia. A town in two states that spread itself on both sides of the street like blackberry jam... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at Bristol Stories
Oct 17, Premises yield miracles. The shoe that smells like a rose will help you become a handsome, successful fellow. It's good to know that spring rain has every intention of keeping its promise. Any dread you have, any problem, any kind of dilemma the spring rain will help you.... Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at Writer's Diary
Oct 15, NYTimes Metro Diary. Submissions forthcoming will be fun and interesting. I've got a few that will address city landmarks. It's not that easy to write about NYC's famous places. Though often as not I end up liking a few lines, if only a paltry few among the many... Continue reading
Posted Oct 15, 2017 at Writer's Diary
Oct 13 Cherry Blossoms. It would seem everyone has cherry blossoms in their heads. They sweeten the air in our minds. George Washington would seem appropriate, the cherry blossoms asking us to think honest thoughts. Lead honest lives. Publication ids First Line. Writer were to identify their submissions by including... Continue reading
Posted Oct 13, 2017 at Writer's Diary
Tomorrow I plan to write about noses. Need to finish the first draft that I did today. Often it's easy to assign a conceit with someone quite young. Here the conceit is a baby who thinks his nose is a living creature. Wild bird landed on its face. Won't let... Continue reading
Posted Oct 12, 2017 at Writer's Diary
A short story submitted to a small literary magazine. Sequestrian -- The premise or conceit addressed the suspicion that a boy handed a ticket in the street was informed how long the boy would live. The number was seventy nine. The boy is fourteen, so he doesn't know quite what... Continue reading
Posted Oct 10, 2017 at Writer's Diary
Light From The Bill of Rights When Puerto Rico’s electric grid went down its dark entered the White House. Find the light and return to Puerto Rico where it rightly belongs. The light from the liberty bell. The light from Babe Ruth's bat. The light from the U.S. Constitution. The... Continue reading
Posted Oct 7, 2017 at Writer's Diary
Sent this off to the New Yorker magazine. The telephone is inquisitive. Asks a lot of questions. The more profound questions ring in our ears. They buzz, sing melodies that ask us what we want out of life. Continue reading
Posted Oct 7, 2017 at Writer's Diary
The basis of the story is Alice at an early age believing when light strikes a button the button becomes important in society. They speak wisely. They show many things. It's incredible what old buttons can do. Alice found her grandmother's glass jar of old buttons in the attic. Everything... Continue reading
Posted Oct 7, 2017 at Writer's Diary
Oct 6, Rappahannock Review, Rituals Bear Fortunes Seneca Review, State of Harmony, about marriage and Jack and the Beanstal Yesterday's submissions were withdrawn by me. Not up to snuff. In addition, yesterday I had no idea how I was going to get back to writing poetry. All I did was... Continue reading
Posted Oct 6, 2017 at Writer's Diary
Rolf is a short story about a University of Tennessee soccer style field goal kicker from Czechoslovakia, he's q quite proficient and talks to the football for kicking. It muumbles encouragement. Rolf was sent to The Hudson Review. It's a humorous story, fantasy. A form of literary mischief. An entertainment. Continue reading
Posted Oct 5, 2017 at Writer's Diary
I will rewrite my play Wizard. The rewrite will be initially a prose one. Just mostly fleshing out the conclusion. The unraveling at the moment not satisfying. It may seek that. I'm not certain I need a satisfying close for the argument. I'll take a look. I need to examine... Continue reading
Posted Oct 4, 2017 at Writer's Diary
Oct 4, Tincture, Arrival, Joy of Fasteners Oct 4, Saturday Night Moon, Garfield Lake Review Fasteners is about what holds un in the world. The analogy is to the staple machine. Nails, screws, rivots. Marriage vows, promises, dessert, candy. Saturday night moon takes the moon as its subject. Looks like... Continue reading
Posted Oct 4, 2017 at Writer's Diary
They'd seem fall to either straight humor with conceits of farcical nature. To include abstract humor about physical objects such as windows and doors. Recently a globe of the earth that might sit on your bookshelf. Colorful descriptions abound. Some stories rely on supernatural sources to explain effects. Love is... Continue reading
Posted Oct 3, 2017 at Writer's Diary
These two pieces rather lengthy, ten pages in total represent rewrites of poems. The hours fat as pigs speak of farm life. Comical with illusory itemization of elements. The Holy Itch with its conceit. Stating that the Holy Itch only comes along once in a dog's life. The deity of... Continue reading
Posted Oct 3, 2017 at Writer's Diary
Dispatched poems to the American Review. Seems fortunate I should submit these tree. Did you know the penny was blind in one ear. Walks with a limp? Did you know school bells remember our names. Often rings in our wedding rings. Just to remind us where we come from. Continue reading
Posted Oct 2, 2017 at Writer's Diary
Had a fun time. Rewrote Buzz, it turned into a four page Junebug. "The junebug knows the meaning of its buzz. It's about a blue sky." Manhattan Streets from yesterday. Along with Landmarks in NYC. The effect was comical, long winded meataphors with long sexy legs. My need to post... Continue reading
Posted Oct 1, 2017 at Writer's Diary