My father and me

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Jean Ritchie, the mother of folk.

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Jean Ruth Ritchie (December 8, 1922 – June 1, 2015) the "Mother of Folk" was a folk singer, songwriter, and Appalachian dulcimer p...

Here's a thought Read the book before you ban it

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The Rose Family, a poem by Robert Frost

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Another interesting character in my family closety

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A few hints for my writer friends

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Your story is whatever you like

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The Red Wheelbarrow A poem by William Carlos Williams'

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When Fiction becomes Fact Thomas Jefferson's DNA

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Practice makes a writers better practice will never make a writer perfect

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Auguste Rodin in his studio with sculpture The Thinker, 1904

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Clifford Brown, Jazzman

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The beauty of B&W film

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The works of Fernand Leger

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Ah! The Temps, the best sing along group of the Sixties.....

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Have you seen the film, Marty?

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  If you haven’t seen Marty, a 1955 romantic drama, you really should.   The screenplay was written by the wonderful Paddy Chayefsky, as an ...

Interesting

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The works of Paul Klee

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Compassion is not weakness and concern for the unfortunate is not socialism. -Hubert Humphrey, US Vice President

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If you don't know Emerson, you might want to get to know him

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Writers, you get what you work for, NOT what you wish for. Stop goofing around, go write something.

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I live for days like this. Its writing weather. Its dark, rain is POURINg down, there's thunder, the sound of rain on the roof

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A sculpture titled ‘parts (Portrait of Beauty Interior sculpture)’ by sculptor Paola Grizi. In a medium of terracotta and in an edition of 1/1.

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Andrea Spadini (1912-1983) — Moor with Obelisk [black and white glazed ceramic, ca. 1960]

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The story of my Uncle Eddie

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Picasso's blue period

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Bette Midler must have no one around her to tell her to shut and sing

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The West End of Boston by Jules Aarons

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I cherish Emerson

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  It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion, it is easy in solitude to live after your own; but the great man is he who,...

How cyclops came to be

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Look at the how happy the people in this old photo are, how delightful, since most of those old photos show stiff, unsmiling people

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Frank Shaver Allen

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Terumasa Hino, jazzman

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What a magnificent thought this is......

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WIP-Work in progress

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Symbols and Signs. A short story by Vladimir Nabokov

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  May 7, 1948 For the fourth time in as many years, they were confronted with the problem of what birthday present to take to a young man ...

Johann Strauss I – Radetzky March, Op. 228

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Milt Buckner, jazzman

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Dust of Snow, a poem by Robert Frost tw

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The happiness of your life depends

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  The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts

When fiction becomes fact: The monster baby

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  There is old grave in King County Washington  that reads “Monster Baby.” A story spread across the internet that the entombed child was an...

Some of the books I publish through LLR Book, my imprint

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Frankie Carbo and Mr Nighthawk

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The sad tale of Peggy Shannon

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No horse gets anywhere until he is harnessed

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  No horse gets anywhere until he is harnessed. No stream or gas drives anything until it is confined. No Niagara is ever turned into light ...

Capone's death

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Jurgita Dronina, prima ballarina

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Dankmar Adler, American architect

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Risk, a poem by Anaïs Nin

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Playwright opportunities

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  Your 2022 Hear Me Out entry must in some way refer to some naming and its impact on the characters you’re revealing. As always we hope you...