Tag Archives: Literary

Levitation

Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress.    Anya and I were seated on the rubber mat in the front hallway.    We had been playing marbles. Or rather our own version of marbles, which we called Marble Mash. After having … Continue reading

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Broken Land

My first novel, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, which was named Underground Book Reviews Book of the Year (2014), has officially been re-released. Available in paperback and digital editions. Click here to buy. ABOUT: A spectral, existential noir set against the aging … Continue reading

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They Are Their Own

Do you know where your children are? Or rather who, in their ripening pedigree and new language they are in the process of becoming? Make no mistake They are not nor have they ever been yours belonging infinitely to the … Continue reading

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Radikal News

Interview on Radikal News, based out of Slovenia. In English and Slovene. Read the full interview here.  

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Raking the Dust, the Re-launch

Raking the Dust, my second novel, has officially been re-released. It is available in paper back for $19.99, and as a Kindle edition for $8.99. To order a copy, click here. Also, if you are a reviewer for a blog, magazine, … Continue reading

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Virginia Woolf

Through a glass, darkly, splitting of selves by prism– Wide berth for one’s I.

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William Faulkner

Moon turning blood-red, tides roiling, writer signs crosses to stand Time’s test, sound and fury bridled through carnal lightning and soil of pen.

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Birds

By whirling reams of papered birds, the writer’s flights, short-lived, earn the keep of dreams daringly emptied.

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Balm

To write a poem that demands nothing from anyone else, truly asks for nothing, except to become, is the purest placeholder for the Muse’s proferred balm.    

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Bard

Bardic task at hand, to bask, in solitude, bare– Light passing over.

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