Tag Archives: Literary

Mannequin

After countless years of mind-numbing routine, strolling up and down the avenue where she shopped for groceries and clothing and listlessly scavenged storefront windows with vicarious pleasure, on October 13th the housewife experienced a foreign sensation, astonishment, freighted with terror, … Continue reading

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Fallout

The Rorschach pulse of ink in the ruptured veins of cityscape– angels, disguised as fallout, move unnoticed through an inherited smear campaign.

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Boy

At the time he didn’t know it, but stalking the radiant specter of morninglight as he sprinted down a cobbled alley, he left part of himself behind in a jigsaw piece of puddle that later, years later, he would reflect … Continue reading

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Next?

A dancer’s sad dream– flight, short-lived, returning to earth, sharp teeth.

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Sculpting Fire

An excerpt from Nocturne Variations:    It is like closing your eyes and trying to connect the dots.    This is what Piers is thinking as she sculpts fire onto the blondegirl’s breasts.    Her hands work over the cotton-knit … Continue reading

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Birth of a Nocturne

Completed draft of my new novel, Nocturne Variations.

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Spring Dusting

As part of a Countdown Deal, the Kindle edition of my novel Raking the Dust will be available for $1.99, April 11-18. ABOUT: In this rogue’s tale, full of sound, fury, and erotic surrealism, we meet Alex Fillameno, a writer who has traded … Continue reading

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The Haunting of One’s Self

Review of Paul Auster’s 4 3 2 1, appearing in Riot Material. “He believed in an infinite series of times, in a growing, dizzying net of divergent, convergent and parallel times. This network of times which approached one another, forked, … Continue reading

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How-To Manual

Hands reach, instinctively, because they understand what the mind’s fixed gears are sometimes too tight or slow to grasp: the necessity of shrinking distance through first contact, the dream-life of prayers.

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The Urban Way

Boy on street corner brown bag in his hand, crinkling– Yo, I’ve gotta piss.

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