I'm going to read at :

Manifest: COLUMBIA COLLEGE CHICAGO

Friday, May 15.  

731 S. Plymouth Court in "The Court."  

Chicago, IL.

Reception from 5-6pm followed by the Reading from 6-8pm. 

 There  will be food and drink… Read full post »

She feels things beginning to spiral. His fingers are tight on her arm. She pulls against him, short, sharp little jerks. 

     “You can’t take it Kate.”

     She sees his other arm start to move, the fist forming. Seemingly, in slow a/… Read full post »

In the bedroom she flings clothes off hangers, out of drawers. There is a blue bag. An old Navy sea bag of her father’s. The white letters; name rank and serial number, the name of his ship, fading. The white drawstring cord stiff with age. She stuffs the bag like/… Read full post »

I likely should have done this prior to posting the first segment of story but alas, no one said that my planning was ever consistently organised.

Please, if you like this and the continuing stories, Share them freely with your friends here and elsewhere. I am connected now to… Read full post »

“The Reason that Vincent is Alone”

     It is a Sunday in August in 1987 in New York and the heat, the terrible humidity rises from lumpy East Village sidewalks.  The light is the colour of lemons, of white grapes.  It shimmers.  Taxis zip uptow/… Read full post »

I'm pretty sure that in general in all my writing for the last decade (at least) I used more words then necessary. The desire or obsession for clarity an illness. The more words I used the more muddy the waters.

Now, I'm reading Carver and Hemmingway and Russell Banks and… Read full post »

This thing here is a called a Wordle. (go to Wordle.net and make one of your own.) It's a way to look at the frequency of words in a text which turns itself into a cloud of words arranged and sized in relation to word frequency in the text you… Read full post »

March 19, 2009

I completed yesterday the 213 page manuscript of my short story collection, The Reason Vincent is Alone.  Strangely enough when I had the thing in my hands all I could think of (aside from wishing I could take a long nap) was that while I'd been finishing the/… Read full post »