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Tag Archives: Prose
As if Ghosts
She, as in ghosts, as in white-hot incubi with a seductive glassy not there stare, it bewitches and allures, bears melancholy freighted with scraped knees and mirror shards. There is a lucid unblinking poise, calculated reserve composed of crystal and … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged aria, Desire, ghosts, melancholy, poem, Prose, silence
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Chronicles
What is it we’ve done? What is it you’ve done? Mark it down. Make an inventory of jottings that concretize and confirm your fleeting form of being. How did you wake? What was it like sleeping? These happenings these adventures … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged chronicles, fool's journey, Prose, text, time, writing
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Lost and Found
Who lost, what found? What lost, who found? The world is an endless complex of lost and found. You lose dead skin. Hair follicles take to the sky in ghostly wisps. You excrete today’s breakfast, you ingest animal fat and … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged loss, lost and found, passion, Prose, strangers, text
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The Last Furies
Print edition available through Lost Telegram Press.Audio-book edition (narrated by the author, with a preface by the publisher) available through Google Books, Booktopia, Audiobooks Now, Bookmate, Downpour, Libro F.M., Audiobooks.com, and many other outlets, including Lost Telegram Press.
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged art, between worlds, existential, indie, indie press, mystical, novel, Prose, Review, shamanic alchemy, Surrealism, tarot, The Last Furies, vaudeville
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This Book Doesn’t Resolve Itself
“So many novels are built around control. Even when they deal with rupture, they shape it into something we can grapple with. Events lead somewhere. Meaning accumulates in a way that can be tracked. By the end, the reader understands … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged Cinema, dreams, existential, grief, indie, Literary, mystery, novel, Poetry, Prose, psychic noir, Review, Surrealism, Winter
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Fante and Bandini
Buon compleanno, John Fante (April 8th) Inferiority might have been your first memory. Though you were born on American soil, stubbornly planted there, the chinked chains of immigration clanked and rattled, Marley-style, tightening round your throat, as you butted your … Continue reading
Posted in Books, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged arturo bandini, ask the dust, black sparrow press, bunker hill, italian american authors, john fante, los angeles, novel, Prose, story
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Words and Silence
I write longhand because I feel as if I am skipping an essential step in the process if I go straight to typing up the work. Is it better that I write longhand? Does that make the work truer? More … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged desk, existential, longhand, mental-health, Prose, quiet chatter, silence, solitude, texts, words, writing
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Not I
Before this goes any further, allow me to come clean: I have never written a single line in my life. At least not creatively. I wouldn’t know how. Not knowing how is one of my specialties. It is my fool, … Continue reading
No One Dreams in Color
A vanished filmmaker. A town that may not exist the way it claims to. A story where dreams, memory and reality refuse to stay separate. Coming April 14. This is psychic noir for readers who like their fiction unsettled. Preorder: … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized
Tagged april 14, existential, indie publishing, mystery, noir, novel, Prose, psychic noir, sixth novel
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Bela Tarr
A nod and farewell to master Hungarian auteur, Bela Tarr (July 21st 1955 to January 6th 2026) who brought the barbiturate art of “slow cinema” to a whole other level of gravity and existential molasses. His seven-and-a-half hour magnum opus … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose
Tagged bela tarr, film, hungarian cinema, Prose, satantango, slow cinema, tribute
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