Hey! Short Update and Links to Many of the Articles

I've been extremely busy throughout August and September, revising Ari Park as per agent request and working on the One Drop poker book.

I have an array of articles at Medium, which I encourage readers to check out. To be honest, I have not received a lot of feedback from my blogging attempts, although I'm sure that a few appreciate the content. I love the Medium interface but they seem to favor semi-profound articles designed to interest people inhabiting tech jobs (though not necessarily about tech). They also seem to curate and only promote articles by their own. I do not have great faith in Medium as a platform for longform content writers who want Internet exposure––yet I am willing to give them a chance.

I may pop into their office in SF one of these months and ask them, what gives? In any case, that is where many of my articles are currently archived. Please have a look. And more than that, connect. I  feel like we writers are constantly drifting away from our tethers, toward open sea.

MUSIC & ART

Nick Drake’s Road
Talkin’ Blues (Jimi Thing)

ARISUGAWA PARK (NOVEL)

10 Years of Blood, Sweat, and More Blood
Victoria Kabluyen Interview (1) — Of Dragon Fish and Black Swans

MUSINGS

10 Things Someone Who Doesn’t Know Anything Wants To Tell You
How I Just Sold You Krill Oil via NY Times, Facebook, & Medium
Three Inanely Easy Ways to Upset a Gourmand

POKER

One Drop 2014: Daniel Colman vs. Daniel Negreanu Heads-up
Anatomy of a $1 Million Bust Out

In The Clearing

I'm posting this poem from Earth Fabric because it relates to an article "Nick Drake’s Road: An Appreciation of a 1971 Folk Classic" I published recently in Medium.

                               April Jardine Limuran

In the Clearing

There is no clearing, the jungle is overpowering

with elephant shriek and trumpet moan, 

the man, the dream, the cunning child

closed in, convoluted

The dreaming world, the beach

the screams through the thicket

nature, untrammeled

piercing horror and never ending 

sightless eyes

Cries that reverberate and remind us just how

insignificant is our colony, how 

transient and unnecessary––

we are not moving toward the harbor, 

we are not shifting with the sun

But if we allow the darkness to run inside us

and the labyrinthine shadows to form in our soul

then maybe we are in the clearing, home.

                                 April Jardine Limuran & Nils Sens (Photoshop)