A word from maia:
For several years now, ever since I started writing what I call the "maïa" work, folks all over the globe who read it, have been telling me I should "get it out there" for everyone to read. So, thanks to Brian Brill, who designed this brilliant site for me, here it is, finally. Somewhere on here is a complete list of all the work … essays, poems, stories, and what have you. If you want a copy of anything not on the site at the moment, all you have to do is copy the title(s) into the email form, and I'll be glad to send it/them to you immediately or sooner.
There's one catch, however … it's ALL FREE! That's right. Any of my writings that you want to print and pass on, or post anywhere on the net or your own sites, or even publish in newspapers, magazines, or books, are yours to do with as you wish. Although some have been published in various places, there are no rights restrictions in effect and all I ask is for you to keep my byline on the work and provide a link to this site, if at all possible.
Why would I give away my work instead of 'getting it published'? It's a long story I won't bore you with here, but you can email and ask me, if you need to know. Basically, I don't do anything whatsoever for money any more, and never will again. I help and mentor aspiring writers around the world by email and I house/pet-sit all over the world, also for free. In re my writing, it's what it says that's important, and none of it was written to sell. Only to show as many of the 6.6 [?] billion of the supposed superior species on this planet, what they look like in a clear, unbiased mirror.
One really neat reader long ago, wrote this, after reading a bunch of the earliest stuff:
"maïa by Dwight
You write for those who cannot read, you read
for those who cannot write.
You see for those who cannot see... and pray
to God to give them sight!"
That about says it. Except for the 'God' bit. You'll find out why, if you click on 'god stuff' in the index browser. You may be surprised to know the writer was a 35-year-career, retired LA cop! A beer-swilling, gin-playing super-macho tough guy you'd never expect to find reading 'philosophy' much less writing poetry. I think it surprised him, too. See, the stuff I write is what I call, "philosophy for everyday use" and not that fancy-schmancy stuff all those fellas with poly-syllabled names that are so hard to pronounce turned out in centuries past. You don't need a translator to "get" what I write. It's all there in plain, ordinary, often slangy American English.
So, jump right in anywhere, and check out what this sometimes silly, too-often inhumane human race looks like "from the other side." And feel free to let me know what you think about it, and/or ask any questions you like. Just keep it "clean and cool"… ok? You don't have to agree with any or all of what I say. It's only to make you think, and not to lecture or brainwash or preach to anyone So………
(even if it's just by finding something to disagree with)
Love and hugs,