Have you got your copy of the THE SLICK FURIES? It's the most kickass, badass, amazing, vampire novel that ever lived. I don't think you should wait for Christmas. This is the perfect novel for all the rainy days left of spring, and, especially, for all your summer vacation reading. You'll laugh, you'll cry, well,… Continue reading The Slick Furies
"When you stop drinking, you have to deal with this marvelous personality that started you drinking in the first place." ~ Jimmy Breslin, 1928- 2017 I have been sober for six months. I've been sober before. I was completely sober from 1992 to 1994. I'd go for stretches of a couple of months sometimes without… Continue reading Sober.
Some have a minimalist sense of decor. Some have a simple mode of dress, or a sparse writing style. Others become minimalist in a different way, in the shedding of layers, of cluttered personalities, of borrowed things, day after day, as I now see so clearly, and so far, all the things that nearly all… Continue reading The Life I Know
I am a writer. I think, and believe, that if you are a writer, you were born a writer. William Burroughs once said of Jack Kerouac that Jack Kerouac was the definition of a writer, that is, that he was, one who writes. That is to say, that in some way, in some part, he… Continue reading Writer.
Chapter Thirty-Two Talessia grabbed a cup of coffee at the little service station two miles up the road from the motel and buttoned her blouse straight. She had become too familiar with these places, the broken neon of the Chateau Devane, the gas station, its two pumps centered in the gravel parking lot,… Continue reading An Excerpt, Chapter Thirty-Two of The Slick Furies
I've kept some kind of a notebook, or journal, since junior high. Thankfully, the majority of them have gone the way of the wind. I suppose that's a nice way of saying that I destroyed them at one time or another. I recall erasing every word one January, in some other life a million years… Continue reading An Unraveled Hem, Joan Didion
I'm not necessarily particularly fond of sharing too much in the way of personal anecdotes with regard to story origins, idea origins, inspirations. I think that there was, or is, a certain age where there's kind of a momentary reveling in the adventures or exploits of one's youth as such, where we tell those stories,… Continue reading The Origins and Mythology of Red Line Wine, Some Relics and Memorabilia
Red Line Wine, Selected poetry and prose, 1977-1996. This is the lightning in a bottle of my youth. I hope that you enjoy these poems and pieces of prose. You may read a few of them here, listed below. ~ Thank you for reading! ~ T.S. Endings Black Boots Believe A Tangent to Hamlet Human… Continue reading Red Line Wine, Available Now!
Do you know what we have? Something that time will never touch, distance is no match for it, we are lucky to have it as such. Something simple, yet misunderstood, in all of its honesty, around my life I wear the pearls, of wisdom, learned from its rarity. Diamonds look dull lain beside it, for… Continue reading Journey With My Heart
It is never too late to develop an attitude of gratitude, if you want to. I've been through a thing or two in my forty-eight years in this life. When I was thirty years old, my beautiful son was five years old, healthy and happy, after a first marriage that didn't work out, I was… Continue reading An Attitude of Gratitude
So, it has only been a week since I posted anything, it's felt like longer. Today President Trump signed an executive order the gist of which is that the Dakota Access Pipeline is going through. My opinion, I continue to think that it would be smarter to re-route the pipeline. However, here is where it's… Continue reading Pull Together America
Nineteen Stories 1. DRIVE ~ Trying to get home 2. The Fine Art of Being Human ~ infidelity, the delicate workings of forgiveness 3. HUSH ~ a robbery gone wrong and a doctor trying to quit 4. THE NEED ~ a desperate love 5. Antares Lariat ~ lassoing stars to try to pay the bills… Continue reading Grain, Available Now!
Last night I watched the HBO sort of documentary, it was more personal than that, "Bright Lights," about Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher. It was an exceptionally well done, intimate, revealing, glimpse into the lives of these two enigmatic, iconic, stars. That sounds canned. I grew up watching old movies, was a fan of the… Continue reading Carrie Fisher. Resilience. The New Modern. How to Be Yourself.