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AGE:
37
LOC: New Orleans, LA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: June 13
LOC: New Orleans, LA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: June 13
Writer, musician, and illustrator from New Orleans, La., M. Bevis is proud be be a part of the Urbis community.
I have published one book, titled “And God Looked Away” (A Katrina Journal), available at all major online booksellers.
I joined Urbis to hone my more esoteric, or fictitious pieces. Whether poetry, prose, flash-fiction, or short stories, I really enjoy the fact that it is other writers that will critique my craft. I also dig the glimpse into the the works of other aspiring scribes, as it opens my mind further to the possibilities of writing, and will therefore help me to become a better writer.
Please feel free to leave any comments, and start a dialogue.
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They are coming for me. I can smell them. Much much sooner than later... I can feel it. Tracking, lying in wait, reading. Foul movements, flanking, planning injuries and hurtful thoughts, hoping and preying. In the trees these beasts, with glowing eyes and sharpened claws hung, swoop down only when I might be too tired or injured to fight. Leg caught in bear traps of my own circuitous design. Gnawing frantically at my own digits in a vain search for freedom. Hiding in the dusk, ash grey fadi...
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FEED, FEEL, FALTER, FALL. DESTROY, REBUILD, FEEL SO SMALL. VAINLY TRY TO CRAWL. RUST IS ALWAYS THERE. CLINGING TO MY INSIDES NOW. WASH IT ALL AWAY. SUBMIT TO MY WHIM. PLEASE HELP ME FEEL BETTER NOW. I AM INSECURE. COMPLETE CHAOS REIGNS. SURVEY THE DAMAGE WITH ME. DOUBLE EDGED SWORD-OUCH. NO MORE CRAZY DAYS. ONLY NIGHTS AND THAT IS GOOD. DRUGS AND DRINKING HELP. THE KING IS DEAD NOW. NO ONE CAME TO HELP HIM. HE IS BETTER OFF. LIMBO SUICIDE. NOT MY IDEA OF FUN. I NEED A DRINK NOW. ALMOST OUT OF...
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This is for the city that care forgot . . . The city that forgot to care. This city, carelessly forgotten; our party times behind us now, it seems. A city of ghosts, both real and imagined, all night feverish dancing to the beat of sensual drums in the virile heat. City of culinary delights, musical giants, simple pleasures, squalid splendors. A city of dust, now shrouded in mold, forever succumbing to entropic bliss on pause. This city of history, a living archive of revelry and regret. The ...
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Twas made of lead and other things. The kind that shine as hornets wings. The glare and sheen of wither'd fire--traits to which we all aspire. If ever thus, we cried alone. Guttural, our stuttered moans Piercing gasps and quickened stares. Beneath the covers--wait, beware. I give to hope, and take your cares. "But we are wrong, for we summoned him!" I could not laugh, for he would win. The mark of teeth and worn sly grin. Of this I fear will do us in. The air, it seemed, was growing thin. I a...
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Pick a number; don't tell me what it is. Hold it close to you on nights cold and dreary. Pick a number and forget it two minutes later, only to remember it later on, when it is no longer useful anymore. Pick a number, realizing that it matters not what you do with it, so long as it held meaning, if only for a moment. Pick a number, revealing it when it makes the most impact on yourself, or others close to you. Pick a number, fully aware that this might be the last thing that you ever think ab...
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Although I think that this piece could be expanded quite a bit, this is very lush, very expository, and quite well thought out. The way that you utilize prose had me hooked from the first lines, and I really admire the way that you went from one facet to the next without seeming rushed. I really think that you should add to this; there's more to be said by you about this. Very nice read.
This is something that, if developed correctly, could be a very touching piece. First, you need to fix spelling, grammar, and tense usage. It would make this much easier to read overall. Second, there should be a little more exposition, not too much, but enough so that we know enough to really care about the subjects. Her age - are we to assume she was older? Much older? Or was it something else that sparked her being taken away? Adding those simple little details would help with clarity. Ove...
Bravo! This is really deep, yet amazingly light and fluffy. A thoroughly enjoyable read, and unexpected at that. I laughed, I winced, I actually started to think that I might even like Type O! You have a gift for bringing the subtleties in the music into crystal-clear focus. The ONLY critique I could even think of is the overt swooning over the Voice, but it is such a wellspring of comedy that it made it bearable . . . kudos. You should do reviews for zines or websites; there's not enough fun...
Wow, that had me hooked right away. Easily one of the best, lucid pieces I've read here on Urbis. I'd love to see where each of the characters winds up, and what sorts of adventures they encounter doing what the cool kids do. Just the right amount of backstory,; enough to care about the characters, but not enough to not want more. I think this is a great start.
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