Tag Archives: fiction
I want to exist for you, even if only as confusion and fiction, she said. Really, I said. No, un-really, she corrected, then caught my nose between her knuckles and gave it a playful toggle. I didn’t know what … Continue reading
The love I don’t get to live with her, I am going to have to live and attend, sublimely, through fiction, there are only so many lives to choose from, to assume gracefully, so many courses upon which the sun … Continue reading
(Story from Freeze Tag.) L & S was a candy store and newsstand located on the corner of 60th St. and 18th Ave. L & S, which stood for Louie & Son, was owned by Louie Varinella: a burly, slightly … Continue reading
(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) Seven years later, reflecting upon an analytical snapshot held up to the light: Thirty-three, unemployed, a boatload of debt, drinking excessively, divorcee, amateur plumber of shit-clogged pipe dreams—when I got my head stuck up my … Continue reading
From a distance, within, the story of a writer’s life in the day of fiction’s living wake.
I realized that there may never come a reckoning that equated to a clean or true do-over. And what was it I wanted to break from? Was it the past, was it a worn and outdated mode of self that … Continue reading
Feelism: emotional subjectivity filtered through the prism of Memory; story-seeds rooted in sensual Nostalgia. In my book, this is what happened has always taken a backseat to this is how it felt.
Emily Dickinson advised that we “tell it slant.” This makes sense. Telling it slant is a natural outgrowth of living it slant. Oblique paths and slanted paths dominate my sense of inner geography. Dylan Thomas wrote: “The memories of childhood … Continue reading
Sometimes you have to walk through the boneyard, in order to reach the garden.