Howard_Bushart's profile 
AGE:
58
LOC: Seabrook, TX
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: September 07
LOC: Seabrook, TX
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: September 07
Howard L. Bushart is a free-lance writer and teacher whose poetry and short fiction has appeared in numerous literary magazines such as Chaotic, Gopherwood Review, Starsong, Benchmark, Bayousphere, Houston Poetryfest Anthology and Arrowsmith, among others. He has also published in NY Times Sunday Magazine and is a contributor to the Apocalypse Pretty Soon website. Soldiers of God: White Supremacists and their Holy War for America published by Kensington Press, June, 1998 is his first published book though he is working hard on other projects and hopes to have a few more titles under his belt before he croaks.
He is also co-producer, co-writer and director of the documentary film, Operation Pacific Fury and several other short narrative …
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La Mujer Her face is smooth as lover’s lies, wide and round and soft as morning, no sharp brown angles, no sharp lines. The dark, dark hair her mother gave her shades her features, tumbles down, streaked with gray, disguised with ochre but Mayan black for all of that, Mayan black just like her eyes. Eyes that conquered conquistadores, stole their names, their blood, their God, stole their language, stole their culture brought them forward, brought them down, brought them to the forever peopl...
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I move in this land of sundown shadows, concrete canyons, steel peaks and asphalt plains. This land where dogs eat dogs and are eaten by dogs, where lower, slower beings burrow into card key dens and wrought iron lairs and herd together along the ancient track of bison and followers of bison and all that follows all that’s been. This land of changelings, rodent wings, Bonsai kittens poured into spandex skins. This land of illusion, mirage, chiroptera storms swarm from the depth of caves and i...
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Kicked back on the bench, amid puddles of tobacco, sunflower seeds, the flatulence of late-night debauches and wasted time, the specialist pulls his cap brim over his eyes, squints out at the field and yawns. Late innings his domain. Dues paid in the minors and countless at bats in a game where success is measured by failure seven times out of ten. Late innings, where the one big swing implies one of two outcomes. Late innings, scoreless tie. Late innings and he gets the nod. Everything that'...
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Iron pods flung heavenward, whistled tunes, sour breath, smokey desert winds, burst against the greasy skies, hot and dark as Golgotha noon. Thunder-scattered seed cuts ground free of daisies, falls into furrowed flesh, night black and bloody soil. Crimson blossoms cluster amid fields of foreign clay. Red as courage, red as rage, dancing in iron-thick air. Flowers, fresh-cut, wet with life, gathered in cold bouquets, wrapped in yellow ribbons, behind zippered seals.
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The Six Word Memoir of the Writer's Life: A Collection of Top Ten Reasons to Get Your Credits Back
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The Six Word Memoir of the Writer’s Life: A Collection of Top Ten Reasons to Get Your Credits Back not constructive Hey! Hey! That ain’t right! It took me six words to write it. Why can’t he review it in six? I want my credits back. Stinky, rat-bastard review guy hurt my feelings. It is a very difficult and taxing assignment to write these. These guys shouldn’t be reading them if they can’t appreciate the effort we put into it. Took the better part of my lunch hour. Not a review. Dumb ass sai...
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I like the plays on words that have a hip-hop feel to them in places and muddy the communicational waters in other places just like real politicians do. There must be something wrong with Urbis formatting. I can tell from the way your poem reads that it must be divided into much shorter verses. If not, it's pretty hard to follow as is. Good sounds and images. Mighty cynical, too. Always good in an election year.
First I have to be honest about the numerical rating system. I think you've done a good job so I rated you highly but it's pretty much a guessing game for me. Your characters are interesting but hard for me to tell apart. I'll not fault that because I'm jumping in so late in your novel and I'm sure they're developed earlier. If not, then that might be a problem. There seems to be a good deal of info imparted in dialogue though that might be better handled in narration. I wonder if the charact...
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Well, it does work in a song lyric format, though I don't think it conforms to modern lyric poetry conventions. Still, it's not bad. Good use of words and word sounds and certainly in line with old blues formats i.e. Pete Mayes, Josh White and the guys from the Chittlin' Circuit. Each individual verse relies on the preceding verse to build a linear story throughout and that's good, too. FYI, statistically female to male heterosexual transmission of HIV in the US is rare--Sonny Boy may have be...
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