Category: HM

  • Another Collection of Reviews.

        In mid-March, I found myself musing about reviews and reviewers. The situation stays much the same: authors need reactions from their readers to thrive. Not just to sell books, but also to know that they’ve been heard (or read). We can’t function in a vacuum. I can’t stress this enough. It doesn’t take…

  • The Magic If

      Focus the mind Small details fill the view: Thus, know the infinite scope of the minuscule. Closely observe; Widen the range and Behold the beauty Of tangible untouchables. The emergence of vision Blurs every edge: Perception pivots on precipice. Accept the loss: Psyche and Seraph are Ever at odds. Method in acting, like skating…

  • Mirage

        Acrylic on cardboard (section)   © HMH, 2000

  • Bad Script? Good Plot?

    Or both, Interchangeable   Five sea-battles, a lynching, a riot with attempted arson, a torture scene, practically no dialogue, and a cast of predominantly male actors. The only two females are respectively a whore and a longsuffering wife. They probably have about three lines between them. Perhaps the wife has a bit more, she scolds…

  • Disturbance

        Sunrays filters through Early mist and Colours a white rose with rainbow hues. Dewdrops sparkle, Composing bell-like resonance In the morning air. Clouds pass, Measuring the time.   A lightning bolt Sparks electric shockwaves And the thunderclap Flattens the grass.   Dark vapours Amass, Bringing rain and hail Down On the unsuspecting Still…

  • Lily

      Aquarelle on Paper   ©HMH, 1995

  • Working with Subconsciousness in Writing

    Writing is a personal matter, and one’s preferences can’t easily be put into words. There are people who take a romantic position towards their work, and there are those who take a practical stance. What they aim to do may be the same, but they use different conceptions to get there. All the same, I…

  • Swift

    Bird of delight Screaming joy and soaring on the updrift Predicting sun and spring and clement weather Building nests of clay and filling them with yellow beaks Open for insects and feed. Fast as lightning the black wings arch through warm air Its tail flickers and the world changes. What aspirations needs a bird? Elegant…

  • Renaissance

    3 Aquarelles on Paper (mounted on fabric)   ©HMH, 1995

  • Foreign Languages in Literature

    Recently, somebody complimented me for my English. That’s always a boost, but on the other hand, it would be a terrible idea to write in a language one doesn’t master. It gave me food for thought though. What makes any writer chose to write in a language different from his or her native tongue? For…