From Thursday, July 24–Saturday, July 26, our TEAM AHIRAM will be distributing 10,000 drop cards at Comic-Con San Diego, announcing the release of Age of the Seer on September 24, 2014.Read More
"From the ancient Greek adjective ἐπικός (epikos ), and ἔπος (epos) "word, story, poem" is a lengthy, narrative poem, ordinarily concerning a serious subject containing details of heroic deeds and events significant to a culture or nation." wikipedia.
The Epic of Ahiram is not one long poem, but it does make use of poetry, as explained in a previous post. A Poet in Paris.Read More
One thing you will not find in the Games of the Mines is overt sensuality and explicit sexuality. That's the sort of thing that has no value in a literary undertaking, as far as I'm concerned.Read More
Rise like the hero you were born to be,
or die the slave you think you are.Read More
According to the American Heritage Dictionary, a feminist is someone who supports feminism and "feminism", according to said dictionary means:Read More
Here's what happened to me when I sat down to write the Games of Mines, the first book of Ahiram.
"Let me see, how shall I start?" I thought.
"How you will start? Oh, excusez-moi!" riled an inner voice.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused and worried.
"Well, ask yourself this question, buster: are you a writer or a story-teller?"Read More
Well, nothing. Nothing at all. It's a beautiful town set like a diamond on a plain as wide as a loaf of Pita about to be covered with home-made jam. Folks in Quebec city are welcoming, generous and come from a long lost alien civilization utterly impervious to cold.Read More
Prose is the warden of ideas, but poetry is the keeper of mystery. In prose, you focus on what is being said, and in poetry on what is kept hidden. Naturally, poetry is suited for epics. After all, the Illyad is one long, big (very, very big) poem.Read More
What does an eighteen-year-old youth do in Paris? Walk, of course!
Well, if he's broke, that is...
The Lebanese Civil War started our western peregrination. I landed in Paris like a flying carpet in the Champs-Elysées (kids, don't try it; it really hurts) and, well, after picking myself up, I looked like a subway sandwich wrapped in a carpet–translation: I did not fit in.Read More
What does a fifteen-year-old do when in the midst of a civil war? Write a science-fiction gig, of course!
Huddled around a charcoal fire, my knitting mother and I were roasting chestnuts while, high above our heads, bombs and bullets flew like confetti in a carnival, except, there was no carnival and the confetti came in black, grey and bronze only.Read More
Byblos is one of the oldest----if not the oldest---- continuously inhabited city in the world. When Jesus walked in Tyre and Sidon (two other cities in Lebanon), Byblos---- "bible" in the Greek, that is, book----was already very, very old... but not as old as the school bus that was taking us there.Read More
I must have been seven years old when Frodo dropped me. He was a fat molar living in the back of my mouth and came loose one day when I harshly contended with a roasted pistachio.Read More