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Category Archives: Prose
Hips Don’t Lie
Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged body, dreams, fear, fragment, grief, hips, memory, pieces, Spoken Word, what we hold
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Last Furies in L.A.
I am excited to share that in support of my new novel, The Last Furies, I will be headed to L.A. to do a reading and book-signing in January. This event will be a collaboration with my dear friend, fellow … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged art, book signing, conceptual, echo park, event, fire horse, heather ross, janauary 2026, Literary, los angeles, lost telegram press, multi-media, performance, Reading, reverie bookstand, salon, somnambulae, sunset boulevard, Surrealism, vaudeville
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3 AM
Sometimes we wake up at 3am and we don’t know who we are, how we got there (where is there), why anything. Why at all. In these ghostly interstices, we try to locate ourselves in absentia—we awaken to no purpose, … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged 3am, fragment, identity, in progress, memory, Poetry, speculation, story, who what where when
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Slight
A young woman came to see me yesterday. I know it’s my daughter, yet something stops the word daughter from coming out of my mouth, any of my mouths. There is word-daughter and there is daughter-daughter and word-daughter is … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged archive, daughter, father, fiction, fragment, history, in progress, memory, pieces, story, storytelling
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A Moveable Freeze
The first spots were discovered, and contrary to my sense of fiction, they had nothing to do with extraterrestrials or loneliness. Nor poverty. Soon, no exact timetable, but soon my memories would no longer be mine. I would no … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged fiction, fragment, in progress, memory, process, Prose, story
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Outpost
They don’t know my name. Thank god. If they knew my name, they’d curse it, they’d turn it into meat scrap. The stories have to keep changing. And the characters. Or they will find us. I realize I am … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged arctic circle, brothers, family, fiction, fragment, Prose, sisters, story, storytelling, survival, work in progress
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Reading at Teatro Paraguas
Reading and book-signing this Sunday, November 16th (5pm) in Santa Fe.
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged american novel, book signing, canadian press, experimental, Literary, novel, Reading, Santa Fe, Spoken Word, Surrealism, Theater
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All My Books
It was such a pleasure getting to be a guest on All My Books, a program on MET Radio (Toronto Metropolitan University), and chat about the writing life, creative process, indie publishing, and other related topics. The show will air this … Continue reading
Posted in Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized
Tagged all my books, american novel, canada, canadian press, canadian radio, conceptual, interview, Literary, MET radio, ontario, podcast, radio, Surrealism, the writing life, toronto
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Breastitution
Posted in Audio, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged ballgame over, breasts, god breast america, lyrics to go, playitslant, satire, Spoken Word, voltaire for president, wordplay, words be like
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Process and Zeitgeist
It was what Crowfeather called the Blue Star ceremony, or Above Air ceremony. It took place on Winter Solstice 2020. It wad during the enigmatic, unsettling and ominous period of COVID, the virus that was upsetting the balance of the … Continue reading
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