Background in NY/LA entertainment and arts, Now Novelist/Poet/Humanist. Two novels published: ECHOSIS, 3 WAY MIRROR. Poems published in "Said and Unsaid" Vol 1. In 2012 - 2 volumes of my poetry were published: "Prosetry at Work," and "Perceptions" (The latter as photo/prosetry art book on Lulu) I am especially intrigued with prosetry and slam poetry artists, especially those who come across wit
I've been fortunate (or unfortunate, depending on your POV) to have worked a lifetime in film, stage, TV and writing. Influences have been too many to mention, but some of primary importance have been: David Foster Wallace, Travanian, Paddy Chayefsky, Fellini, Ingmar Bergman, Henry Miller, Christopher Hitchens, Norman Mailer and Ray Kurzweil.
Birth Place: Salt Lake, UT America
Accomplishments: Directing Drama-Logue Award
|ECHOSIS by Odin Roark|
What causes America's mainstream media to fear and try to destroy a group of artists and their work? What happens when such a creative movement grows in strength and threatens media's bottom line? Why would extremists find it necessary to take action against such a colony of artists?...
|Prosetry at Work by Odin Roark|
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
|3 WAY MIRROR by Odin Roark|
3 WAY MIRROR is about a lost identity as experienced by a twenty-eight-year old who thinks he's Charles Randall, until strange events suggest otherwise....
IT by Odin Roark
An angst-purging bit of flash fiction should IT come visiting, i.e., like an unwelcome salesman showing up on your doorstep, IT needs to know the sound of “I ain’t buyin’.” Maybe the cliché: “Where t...
Faux Companion by Odin Roark
Sometimes aloneness spawns strange ideas. Some flash fiction, or maybe some prose with a dash of poetry usually helps.
Take Me, I'm Free (Flash Fiction) by Odin Roark
What would we do without memory? Stop learning that everything cycles back to its origin, sooner or later. (Image by Bloogie)...
Beer Neck Flower by Odin Roark
My rewrites of “Echosis” challenged not only what was on the page, but the back stories that supported the characters. It’s surprising to me that prosetry allows certain kinds of thoughts to find grou...
Closed by Odin Roark
A flash fiction exploration for the journey of dreams that sometimes carries the burden of what’s left behind....
What Do You Do? by Odin Roark
What started out as a poem, ended up as a piece of prosetry/flash fiction. Some would argue that “what you do” as your identity seems empty, and that there might be another way to define ourselves....
When the Wheels Stop Turnin' (flash fiction) by Odin Roark
Age, especially witnessing it in parents, does have it’s lighter moments, few as they might be....
Dream-Blisters by Odin Roark
Even for genius children, comprehending societal decay remains problematic. (Prosetry/flash fiction)...
The Nap by Odin Roark
A flash fiction/prosetry exploration: Revelations have their own agendas. ...
Empty Airports by Odin Roark
Some prosetry unpacking, a short story hoping to find with time that vagaries will fade, wisdom will appear....
6 Sec. Trailer by Odin Roark
A flash fiction ode to those tween twits who keep the marketing departments employed. Used to be, you 'd seen the only parts of a movie worth paying for when you'd watched the 2 or 3 minute trailer...
Nomadic Heart by Odin Roark
(Flash Fiction) With so much wanting, so little fulfillment, the problem's solution seems totally out of reach for some.
Nightmare Tunnel - Merry-go-Round by Odin Roark
An empty subway car in the middle of the night becomes populated with guilt from the past. Balloons, ice cream, stuffed animals are clutched by the accusers in this Nightmare Tunnel trial for a sadist...
Surreal Dummy by Odin Roark
Some flash fiction on the art of seeing what is arguably important to be seen....
Hummingbird at 30,000 ft. by Odin Roark
History never tells the whole story. Many have answers. Some have questions. Thus, an allegory of sorts follows....
Animal Chain Atrocities by Odin Roark
Having just read a book of startling facts associated with the manufacture of the meat supply, purging was the only remedy for depression. Hardly poetic, but perhaps informative.
Guilt by Odin Roark
Finding the right format for what needs grounding is troublesome at times... especially when one is addressing a universal malaise and feels impotent to impact a change. So… flash fiction. ...
DARKNESS THREE by Odin Roark
This is a short story lift from my published novel 3 WAY MIRROR. It is a pivotal part of the story, circa the '80s, and the introduction of two characters, Max and Julian who serve as ce...
It's Only Fair by Odin Roark
Just another recall needing time to "be" again....
Hunger Pangs by Odin Roark
Transporting oneself to an imaginary place works wonders for a rainy day. (A prosetry/flash fiction exploration)...
Lest We Forget To Remember by Odin Roark
A prosetry reminder: Some would argue that today’s readers are unaware of how unyielding some writers of yesterday chose to be--at any cost. ...
Reality Becoming... by Odin Roark
A flash fiction question: At what point does existence become something else?...
Counting Backwards by Odin Roark
Sometimes the best way to express long distance journeys is to compress the traveling into bite size passages. Thus, some flash fiction experimenting. ...
Not Much Time by Odin Roark
In this flash fiction/prosetry amalgamation, I tried to picture the planet’s technology leaping ahead exponentially. As such, it’s easy to forget how isolated and intimate happiness can be sometimes. ...
Reality Faced by Odin Roark
(Part flash fiction, part prosetry) Arguably, in order for the middle class to ever rise again in America, the 1% must discover reality again in America....
His LIttle Red Dump Truck by Odin Roark
Nursing homes are our consistent reminder of how fragile and limited a life cycle is. For some, the recycling of yesteryear is their only salvation. (Image by Ben Ludlow)...
Dare Listen by Odin Roark
Nature’s often abstract way of communicating may someday be all that’s left. (Image by M. Meir)...
Love Unopened by Odin Roark
How thankful we the fortunate who truly know of love received. (Image by sharedream)...
Third Rails by Odin Roark
For those embracing: “one makes his or her own reality” the calculated risk of opportunities presents all kinds of rewards. (Image JohnnyWilson)...
Bestial History Recycling by Odin Roark
To condemn certain behavior from one's easy chair is a given. To deal with a victim's helplessness… hopefully, few will ever face such a moment....
Miasma Ripening by Odin Roark
Many would argue that far too few see the rapidly approaching consumerism apocalypse. (Image by Molly Hayden)...
Grease Monkey Rainbows by Odin Roark
Oil and grease. The why of a poetic child’s denial that a father’s departure was death, knowing... ...
Deepening Dusk by Odin Roark
At times some 2nd century philosophy, mixed with a 20th century dramaturgical concept makes for an unexpected coalescence…hopefully providing extension into that very personal twilight time of reflect...
The Enigmatic Middle C by Odin Roark
For many of us, music’s complexity serves well the metaphoric imaginings of a writer asking the often unanswerable questions. (Image by Monisha Newton)
Whys and Hows by Odin Roark
“If we have our own ‘why’ of life, we shall get along with any ‘how’.” Nietzsche
(Image by miki asai)
Brume of Fear by Odin Roark
“Fear leads you directly into the path of that which you fear.” Anonymous...
Unforgiving Reflections by Odin Roark
As the maxim goes, we create the same lesson for ourselves over and over again until we learn it. Along the way, mistakes are made. Oh, how we love to stand in front of the mirror and chastise ourse...
MIrage of Love by Odin Roark
– Making the case for subtext, consider: “Rhetoricians have always admitted that a writer’s success depends on three things: What is said, how it is said, and who says it. Of these, the least import...
Desperate Escapes by Odin Roark
The repressed will always seek escape. The world’s ever increasing inner-city options remain forever limited. (Image by Barbara Marie Kraus)...
Ratings War by Odin Roark
Some prose poetry on the idea that to reflect on the world today is to know that inevitably you will someday be no one and nowhere, save the everywhere of existential dust. (Image by Sarolta Ban) ...
My Sons by Odin Roark
Parental favorite becomes but an innocuous oxymoron in a world of living the oneness. (Image by Cosma)...
Stairwells of Choice by Odin Roark
There’s always a choice…always. (Image by Escher)...
Dawn Forever Ascending by Odin Roark
For those who may not have had the experience of NY living, rest assured, there's a "city" magic in what I’ve attempted to translate into prose poetry. And for anyone, although made into a cliché by...
Fragility of Wealth by Odin Roark
With life so precarious in every direction, perhaps a picture worth a thousand words may someday be all that’s left, and maybe a prose poem or two. (Image by Bilotta)...
Dummying Up by Odin Roark
On the Opinion Page of the NYTimes today, an entry, America, Falling Short, reminds me that regardless of party support, the US nation as a whole has become inexcusably derelict in its legislative act...
Forever Plastic Flower by Odin Roark
For veterans of any war, impossible adjustments and delusions are often all they have to come back to. ...
Stacks of Aloneness by Odin Roark
Anyone who has ever wondered among the thousands of volumes in the Strand Bookstore, New York’s quintessential used book store, knows for many, the seemingly endless catacomb of literature resonates a...
Thrift Shop Foreshadowing by Odin Roark
– In this piece of prose poetry, nocturnal epiphanies suggest such frontiers of exploration and understanding are far from achieving empirical finality. (Image by Ade Santoro)...
Shirt Pocket Depth by Odin Roark
We all have an enigmatic cohort of sorts, often thought of as our constant companion. (Image by San Simera)...
Echoes Recharging by Odin Roark
Revisiting my novel, Echosis, I recalled the book’s genesis coming from life’s echoes and their unique magic. It made me ask: Do echoes repeat the past, or beckon the future? Ever notice how intently ...
The Dogs of Sochi by Odin Roark
Mr. Olberman still has a touch....
A Crow With Super Smarts by Odin Roark
Watch this and marvel....
Targets Be Warned by Odin Roark
Sometimes, even a poet has to vent. Just listen to the 911 calls put on line 12/4 for the shooting rampage at Sandy Hook and ask just one question: WTF is wrong with this country? This is not a p...
Simple Times (an observation) by Odin Roark
With technological devices providing so much escape today, along with the inherent “Big Brother” thumb print, there’s reason to consider what we might miss of the little remaining reality we can tou...
Cavemen in Tuxedos (an editorial) by Odin Roark
The world’s accelerated chaos begs perhaps unanswerable questions. One must regret it’s not an American exclusive problem....
Ghost Town Ghosts by Odin Roark
The country’s leadership is in a shambles… elections carried forth for the right reasons are a joke. Where might the awakening reside?...
Note to Self by Odin Roark
Climbing some rock then a quick dip in the ocean below… For some of us, it doesn’t get any better....
Essay on Poetic Theory by Odin Roark
Although dense in its layout, Oppen's remarkable essay is well worth the annoyance....
Odin Roark Website
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