Hello "folks" / internet winds:
I am working on a noir-ish character-driven crime fiction novel this month.
It is the same novel I was working on last November; however, I'm adding points of view. Many points of view.
If it is a novel, it is an experimental form. If it is a novel-length poem, it is a very structured one.
Here's the voice of an old man waiting in winter at a bus stop for a bus that never comes.
Excerpt:
Broken down Benz. The vehicle his late wife wanted. She wanted a Benz and he had a problem with the Benz because of the war and because the Benz was an expensive car and he had no need for a symbol like that, but she didn’t understand these things because she had had a dream once. And maybe that was why things did not work out with them as he did all the things a good man is supposed to do but he never gave in and let her have her dream and it may be a small thing but small things grow and fester and become great problems and it was too late to realize this now but oh well.
