Howard_Bushart's profile 
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59
LOC: Seabrook, TX
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 06
LOC: Seabrook, TX
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 06
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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Very Like a Politician: a Limericky Sort of Political Essay Done Late at Night With A Sore Shoulder and Vicodin (You and Me, Rush) "When it comes to this I should prefer emigrating to some country where they make no pretence of loving liberty -- to Russia, for instance, where despotism can be taken pure, and without the base alloy of hypocracy [sic]." Abraham Lincoln, August 24, 1855 - Letter to Joshua Speed Once Inspired by Obamafu I thought I might do one of thes...
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I move in this land of sundown shadows, concrete canyons, steel peaks and asphalt plains. This land of predation, land of the hunt where lower, slower beings burrow into card-key dens and wrought iron lairs and herd together along ancient tracks of bison and followers of bison. 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 imagination to tie me into the ebb and flow ...
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The Hand That Cradles the Rock Is a child’s hand, the color of the desert morning, soft as hope in a land of dreams of faith and prophets and walls and Goliaths Pax Israelum Russian accents Brooklynese. It is a young man’s hand, strong and sure as David the King’s, the shepherd boy who held the will of God as if a mighty truth and holds mythology as if a stone from the Valley of Elah, as if a people also chosen for another fate. It is an old man’s hand, hard ...
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I move in this land of sundown shadows, concrete canyons, steel peaks and asphalt plains. This land where dogs feed dogs that feed upon dogs and 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 and all that is again. This land of changelings, rodent wings, Bonsai kittens poured into spandex skins. This land of illusion, mirage, chiroptera storms swarm f...
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Tiffany opened the door. The young man from the café stood in the rain. Wet. Shivering. “This yours?” “My scarf! Yes. I thought I’d lost it.” “You did.” She smiled. He smiled, too, rain dripping from his chin. “I guess so. Come in out of the rain.” She stood aside and let him enter. “How did you know where to find me?” “I overheard you on your cell. Talking to your friend.” “Bad habit,” she sai...
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I like it, but there's more. The images are phantastic, in the best sense of the word and the synaesthesia of colors that "pop and whirl" or "blend and sing" are terrific though somewhat remeniscent of an acid trip. I think the imagery can be made a little stronger by using more immediate verb forms and avoiding "ings" throughout. For instance, in line 7 a "speck of luminosity flitters in" (great) but lines 8 and 9 contain "bouncing", "giggling" and "upsetting" which weakens the overall effec...
Good job on the second installment. I like the way F. is developed as a soldier in a foreign land and how typical it is for the invader to fail to learn the language of the invaded. This sets up unreliability on the part of F. who misses the significance of many local customs and cultural realities including the significance of the bloodless Druids that is not lost upon either Tristan or the howling Brittons. In terms of plot and character development, I have little to offer in the way of cri...
This is a nice bit of writing. I like history and things such as the difference between legates and miletes interest me as does your first person narration of Fabian's Roman Empire as he knows it. The narration is simple, clear and engaging, all good things and it pulls the reader right in. You do a good job of developing character piecemeal and avoiding the feel of "info-dumping" that one can fall into when developing plot, setting, or characterization. Thus far, however, there is no hint of...
There is much to like in this one, imagery that appeals to all the senses, vivid and easily accessible, but the work is also full of sound combinations and overused words and phrases that one has encountered before in erotic poetry, "thrashing, straining, muffled moans" and the like. Awfully hard to get away from these conventions in erotic verse but necessary to make the work consistently interesting. Good luck with it.
A very nice work, easily accessible, evocative and visual. It reads easily and the sound combinations are nice as well. The only thing I find as a fault is the meter and line lengths. In such a nice, long, extended metaphor, the somewhat erratic line breaks greatly detract (for me at least) from the superb imagery. And before I got to the end of the poem, I found myself wondering what you were trying to accomplish by one-word lines juxtaposed with two, three and ten word lines. I think a care...
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