B.M. Simpson

A little less than a year ago we took a trip to Cuba and stayed in Old Havana for five wonderfully eye opening days. Simply put, we had a great time and we can’t quite decide if it was so good that we should go back and do it again, or was it so good that we should we...

Whether people realize it or not, the single most important ingredient in writing a good story is conflict. Without it, a story lacks purpose. Big versus small, good versus bad, love versus loneliness, present versus past or future, starvation versus prosperity, right...

The soft low cry of the blues guitar, sounding as if it were weeping to the world in a deep, sad, voice lingered heavy in the air. Amber twangs reached into the darkness, gliding through the room, cutting through the smoke and light and mumbles from the scattering of b...

Tired of the same old Washington Politics? Well, now you can do something about it. It’s February 2020 and we’re officially kicking off the Island Dogs for President Campaign. This is how it works. When someone ask, “Who are you voting for?” Simply say, Island Dogs, an...

When I was young I dreamed of sailing ships with tall white sails,

to the seven seas and mysteries with mighty rolling waves.

When the oceans all were conquered to my home I would return,

with sailors tales of storms and whales and lessons I had learned.

Then we’d step ash...

(Above): Picture of me recovering from writing my first book.

I wrote my first book about eight or ten years ago. It was was somewhere around three hundred pages. I can’t remember the exact page count, but I’m not going to open the file to look at it. It’s too painful....

I keep hearing all the hype about how things have never been this bad! And these are the worst times ever! And the end is near! And endless blurbs of other such nonsense. 

To help some of you put things in perspective I threw together just a few tidbits of informat...

Writing is not all that much different than cooking. Like food, literary menus vary far and wide. There are different styles, different cultures, different genre’s, and each of them, to one degree or another, have different writing rules.

My wife flew back to the USA today and I’m following tomorrow. This of course means that tonight I can either snack on whatever is in the cupboard until I’m too full to eat dinner, or I can go out to eat. I chose the latter. So, I walked across the parking lot to Casa...

Warm exotic raindrops

dripping sweet from island skies

gently landing, easing pain

on salty, sun drenched lips.

Tropic breezes caress the blue

as blackbirds lightly skim

then gently kiss the rising mist

of the foaming white capped world.

Complicated yet simple

tangled blurry cl...