A man meets a woman and writes a poem. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But things aren’t always as they seem.
My city is dying from the inside. The suburbs keep sending the brightest and the best to fill in the ranks. Nobody knows nobody or so they say. The smoke rises, the bodies break, the hometown football warriors, the homecoming queens become ghosts. The war on drugs is just about over. All that remains is the body count and next week’s order.
When a Canadian moves to a tropical Caribbean island, she finds lots to love. And then there are the bugs. Little bugs. Big bugs. Stinging bugs. Biting bugs. For Genny Ross-Barons, it’s all just part of life in paradise.
Michael Lebowitz takes us into the dark heart of the ultimate dysfunctional relationship. Put simply, it’s not so simple.
Genny Ross-Barons left her job and life in Canada to move to the Caribbean Island of Roatan where seasons don’t exist, time has a surreal quality and living a life of “Just Being” is possible.
There are few things more unnerving for a writer than staring at a blank screen. Michael Lebowitz wills the words to come.
Dinner with another writer can sometimes be very complicated.
I woke up the other day to Frank Sinatra singing “Learning The Blues” on my iPod alarm. In the wrinkle between sleep and waking I remembered the day he died. I got up and wrote it down.