Tag Archives: Prose

Golem

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations: I think, the bottom line, Piers, is that one’s protector is or can become one’s destroyer. Angels are monsters in wait, same as monsters are angels awaiting transformative context. The two are one and to divide … Continue reading

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Six

   I was six when I found out I’d never become a super hero.    We were in the kitchen. Me, my mother and father. My father’s hand was around my mother’s throat. He had a wild, bloodshot, not-there look … Continue reading

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Flint

   I also saw Anya on that trip, though our meeting was unplanned. I was on the subway platform waiting for the train when I spotted a thin girl in torn jeans and a bright green tank-top walking in my … Continue reading

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Review of The Girl

Review of Meridel Le Sueur’s The Girl, appearing in Riot Material. “The Girl is set in St. Paul, Minnesota, during the Depression, with much of its action centered in a speakeasy known as The German Village. This is where the protagonist, a … Continue reading

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The Well

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations When Piers was six she fell into a well. The well was abandoned and no longer had any water in it. If there would have been water in it, Piers would have drowned. Sometimes she’d imagine … Continue reading

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Digging for Air

There was always plenty of tomorrow-talk, bright ribbons of noise amounting to nothing. What we would do, where we would go, how we’d become this or that. We erected fragile monuments to ourselves, and expected others to pay their respects, … Continue reading

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Birth of a Prologue

   They say you can’t go home again. I don’t know who “they” are, but apparently this mysterious phantom collective is well-stocked in facts, aphorisms and guidelines.    I was going home again, to Brooklyn, though the notion of return, … Continue reading

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Men Without Women

Review of Haruki Murakami’s Men Without Women appearing in Riot Material. “Men Without Women, a title borrowed from Hemingway’s 1927 collection of stories, bears ancestral resemblance to the shorter work of Hemingway sans the masculine mettle and tough-guy stoicism. Murakami’s … Continue reading

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As the World Nocturnes

I hereby invoke the blessings of the EverGreen Muses and Lit-Minded Gods as I seek a new publisher and send my “golem-baby” of a book out into the great wide world. Fare thee well, Nocturne! ABOUT: Dystopic Peter Pan meets … Continue reading

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Unfinished Nocturne

She is the living embodiment of a nocturne, a girl who gathers dark and silence from the cave she inhabits. Or the cave that inhabits her. She sits, stock-still, a fugitive Buddha quietly gathering dark. Quietly, but not always serenely. … Continue reading

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