Scrawling from the Wreckage

Red Harvest

2011-10-03T15:41:00.000-07:00

In 1932, Josef Stalin brutally starves to death millions in Ukraine. One Red Army soldier risks everything to stop the impossible.

[Spec screenplay, 118 pgs, WGA Registered]

© 2011 Legrand McMullen

Modern Mayhem Web Series!

2011-03-30T09:12:00.000-07:00

Starring Bambi Banana. Follow Bambi as she takes on social issues with intelligence and humor. Nothing gets past her. Episode One is below, and there are many more. Follow them on YouTube!

© 2011 Legrand McMullen

A Thought

2010-08-20T10:23:00.000-07:00

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.

- Crowfoot, 1890

Writers and Readers

2010-04-14T16:57:00.000-07:00

The author must keep his mouth shut when his work starts to speak.

- Friedrich Nietzsche

Once upon a time...

2009-04-06T18:21:00.000-07:00

World Builder from Bruce Branit on Vimeo

The Gatekeeper

2009-02-25T09:31:00.000-08:00

Two thousand years ago, Jesus Christ cursed a man to roam the earth until He returns. This man is still hidden among us, waiting, wandering, his legend protected at all costs. But now the curse is about to be broken!

[Spec screenplay, 118 pgs, WGA Registered]

© 2009 Legrand McMullen

Half Of The Sky

2008-09-15T18:17:00.000-07:00

Free verse sketches that flow to the horizon, where the earth meets half of the sky.

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Identity Theft

2008-08-14T11:39:00.000-07:00

A love-at-first-sight chance meeting leads to romance, marriage and a child. Then, their blissful world is shattered by their child's tragic death. As their relationship crumbles from the overwhelming grief, blame and guilt, a final desperate act offers a hidden path toward renewal!

[Spec screenplay, 110 pgs, WGA Registered]

© 2008 Legrand McMullen

Bad Signs

2008-08-14T11:35:00.000-07:00

Invited to a weekend barbecue in the country, three fun-loving friends agree to a last minute favor. On the road, they unknowingly detour into the violent underworld of drug gangs, betrayal and murder that plunges them headlong toward a treacherous destination!

[Spec screenplay, 105 pgs, WGA Registered]

© 2008 Legrand McMullen

Nineteen

2008-04-03T13:39:00.000-07:00

Collection of poetical snapshots of ordinary people, places and things described from an unusual point of view to bring new sparks of recognition.

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Spirit Places

2008-03-05T18:30:00.000-08:00

This collection of poetry evokes those places where the spirit inhabits, and lingers there until the familiar soaks into one's heart and mind.
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Two Leggeds and the Holy Earth

2008-03-05T14:54:00.000-08:00

1.
our highly evolved kingdom of animals is ever for sale
is ever hawked upon auction blocks
chipped away from wisdom spirituals

our nice humanities wetted and smoothed to look best
while being tarred and feathered by howling stories
of everlasting happiness invented in the momentary vapor
of quick deals and repeated signatory rebirth
by bottomline store front messiahs ever trading, ever trading

our motley earth inhabitants up for sale each civilised minute
in halls of legislatures, schools, grocery stores, theatres, barracks and courtrooms
by cologned soft peddlers selling booklets about new jobs and recycled virtue and balance-
about how it all must be true!

hairless finite animals in dark suits with pockets deep angling for scrip
and mounting hunts for it, and casting drift nets in the ocean society
only endangered by sagging numbers
and dwindling test-tube consumers, and shrunken market headway

then scapegoat managers are finger painted in backroom board meetings
by dues fattened trader saints catered-to and crotch-rubbed, grinning,
they exchange pats and stabs taken from the shake-down pecking order fakebook

the hunt continues...
but ever spiritually rusting from staring in the mirror
ever eroding from endless pondering the big money bang
empty by ever imagining a sublime coitus to spawn the commerce clone

then off to greasy elbowing among similar playground jack players
who repeat what is said, knowing it will be translated later
in alcoholic whispers before denials on news at eleven

2.
eco-statesmen waving in-our-best-interest papers as whales and
timber yield to price-tagged soups and stationery and perfumes

then dropt in mailboxes that arrive with a
thank you for asking genitalia tease
and ha-ha flattery gone buy-buy
and shake-your-hand celebrating your pre-approved lifestyle trip
to perfect rainforests somewhere else...

media showers our cribs and graves as we become suckling avatars
dwelling in luxurious black hole shopping malls
staring at blue-shift news holes that spew industrial prophesies
interspaced with front page suppositories revolving through

generations of families and genus and species
oozing supply and demand eternal
as the debate is bought and sold and controlled
and mortals pass on the fine print of salvation
and no one is the wiser
and all act according to show room laws picked up naturally

3.
blaring tv lawyers babble late-breaking gospels and wink at their wallet life-cycle
the great mysterious autopsy is shrink wrapped and
pushed by slick visions of junk market gods
bleating born again customer service and haunting minutia of the soul

talking faces bore in on tele-prompters that occupy the cathode rays
and hook up intravenous wheelchairs and blurb-cast round the clock revelations
from pancaked mugs and coiffed studio wigs about corporate love products
poised logo eyes and bright white television characters stamped out and
baptised under suits covering growling bellies

worked-out, rigged, spun and inoculated against unrehearsed spontaneity
timid and fearing and working diligently to stave off
the holy ghost epidemics of source-substance and vision quests
of dharma confrontations
of our next door neighbor’s bohdi something or other...

4.
oh yea...the redemption scale tips with sleight of hand politicians
our instinct is explained with sound bites purchased from drive-by heroes
while industrial predators look up in the heavens
then quietly replace the marquee and spin the message wheel again
always full of the usury sacrament
always full of the secret prayers of assholes
always full of hegemonist confessions

“forget about wounded knee”...
as they hold drawstrings on commercial paper and broad spectrum public
on the one big eye hubble
on the infrared remote to hinterland breakfast tables
on factory installed bullhorns as we drive the freeways quietly listening
on our refrigerated just-in-time bedroom retirements
and on hollywood’s hole-in-the-ground
where souls are spent every second of this age

Love Mad South

2007-08-08T13:18:00.000-07:00

Ongoing tales of months, years, lives...

Love Mad South

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