Writer, Artist, Photographer & Veteran. I have Short stories, Non-fiction & Art Published in: Red Rock Review, Adbusters, BlazeVox, Tayo Literary Magazine (upcoming!), Talking Writing, Flyway Journal, Omni, Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Bread & Beauty Literary Magazine, Nine Line Anthology, Vet Lit: How We Remember War, Vet Lit II: So it Goes, SF Books, LA Review of LA, Seattle Poetic Grid, The Mantle, Intersections International, Medium, ItsComplicated.vet, Aaduna, Artists Studios & Afterwords (& accepted at Callaloo!). With many novels out there to include: CityMuse, The Struggle, When Gods Fail & Labyrinth of Souls
BIO: Born in Tanzania, of Indian and Seychelles and Euro background. Lived in India for a year. At age 10 moved to the States (all over) and currently live in Seattle with my wife. Oh, it doesn't really end there, but that should be good for now. Since some people tend to ask: yes I served in the US Army. I like to think that my writing has been influenced by... no, no, I won't go there. I read and I write. What else to say? Enjoy For more look me up at: twitter: @nlowhim
A man chasing for his heart's desires. The Run describes shortly the different escenarios a man goes through while running throughtout a city, in a very bold way. Thoughts of the main character get in the mix, but they seem rather cliché and poorly thought off.
This will be a quicker review than normal, due to the short length of this story. Run was a little sketchy at the start for me. But it turned into an interesting story as I read on. The writing style the author used leads it to be a little vague for my liking, but being vague isn't always a bad thing. It left room for a few things open to interpretation. I think that vagueness is where the strength of the story is, even if it didn't fully sit well with me. In the various meanings I found behind some elements of this story, I can see it appealing to a variety of readers. Reading Run has gotten me interested in checking out Lowhim's other work.
Haunting inner city; haunting inner psyche. Lowhim's descriptives posse an enigma that is both captivating and eerily ominous. What is this strange hold our minds have over our being?