Tag Archives: Prose

Desert Spleen

Excerpt from All the Last Furies, novel-in-progress. Bert and George. A Couple of Real Coons. That was the title of the program. Arturo didn’t know what the term meant, why coons, but he could feel the seeds of malignancy implicit … Continue reading →

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The Shroud

K’s personal “Boogeyman”: The Shroud. From The Jackdaw and the Doll.    

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The Storyteller

Page from The Jackdaw and the Doll, a fable I wrote, which is being illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. Inspired by a story about Franz Kafka.    

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Review of Virtuoso

“But I see my mind’s asleep. Were it to remain wide awake from this point on, we should quickly arrive at the truth, which may well be all around us now (its angels weeping)!” — Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell … Continue reading →

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The Jackdaw and The Doll

A work in progress street scene from “The Jackdaw and the Doll,” a fable I wrote inspired by a story about Franz Kafka. The book is being illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama, as her artistry interprets and realizes a world of … Continue reading →

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The Fool

Review of Anne Serre’s The Fool (and Other Moral Tales). Among the linty cling of rumors and backwashed gossip spread around the barrooms and laundromats of the universe, circulates this mortuary nugget: Hey, did you know that Ego, when it … Continue reading →

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Brooklyn for Reel

Video recording of a reading from my novel, No Man’s Brooklyn, as part of “Italian Good Fellas Night” at SOMOS (Taos, NM). In this scene, father and son pay a visit to Atlantic City, where gambling, drinking and storytelling play out … Continue reading →

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Warehouse

A deserted warehouse. This is where the Red Joans gather. It is the same deserted warehouse, again and again, an exact replica, that serves as the meeting-place for all the Red Joans. The warehouse is a desolate shrine to recursion, … Continue reading →

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Roles of a Lifetime

Evie often had trouble determining where she ended, and someone else began. That someone else being a role she adopted for stage. It was a common problem, a customary side-effect to acting, she understood that, but what vexed her most … Continue reading →

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Osmosis

The coke parties were my favorite. It was when everyone was happiest. Everyone usually meant my mother, father, and their friends, Tony and Dina.    My mother would tell me—Tony and Dina are coming over tonight—and I knew that meant … Continue reading →

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