What? ME read?

Written By Joe Smolen

I read very little, and some of it my own work from years ago. If I ever DID read to any extent, it was Solzhenitsyn or the oldest histories I could find. I just happen to be a natural story teller. Don't know why. Writing is different than story telling. What is story-telling? I can't describe that. I don't know where it comes from. I'm just some sort of conduit. A compelled conduit. I actual believe people NEED to hear this stuff from me. How out-there is that? I am old enough not to care what other people. I just know they think too much, but need a story that will make them feel good – maybe re-assured?

 

Joe Smolen

Joe C. Smolen, AKA L.W. Smolen is an Oregon Coast writer of insufficiently exaggerated notoriety. Never having been arrested, he lives with his wife Sherrie and the ghost of their black, Standard Poodle Rico Suave in a really pretty good, Prairie Style house they built themselves. Since the Literary Magazine Fleas on the Dog of Kitchener, Ontario has permanently stopped accepting submissions, in order to read L.W. Smolen’s 2021 short fiction, A Real Guy, you are referred to joecsmolen.com. Some of L.W’s other, subsequent short fictions are archived at Olive Tree Review, Ginosko, Cardinal Sins Journal, Wrath Bearing Tree, Wilderness House and etc. Kirkus reviews once interpreted his work favorably.

https://joecsmolen.com
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