Iced Confetti. January 1, 2014, 1:05 PM. West 42nd Street & Dyer Avenue, New York City.
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Iced Confetti
Posted in Photography, Realism, tagged Iced Confetti, New Year's Day, New Year's Eve, Photography on January 1, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Autumn In America
Posted in Horror, Humor, Music, Non-Fiction, Realism, tagged americana, Civil War, El Jamberoo, Gettysburg, Government Shutdown, Haunted Houses, Politics, Redneck Crazy, Todd Pate, Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum, Tyler Farr on November 14, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Last month, my beloved wife & I enjoyed a good old American road trip between Brooklyn, New York and Louisville, Kentucky. My dear friend Todd Pate, the self-proclaimed hobo journalist behind El Jamberoo, asked me to write a little something about the trip for his website, so I did. Here’s the result, “Autumn In America,” which covers America’s most famous battlefield, a West Virginia lunatic asylum, why the government shutdown is like “Redneck Crazy,” and much more:
Smells like burning wood, my wife notes as we roll through Gettysburg in our little gray Honda Fit, a third of the way between Brooklyn and Louisville. Not sure if it’s the homey aroma of autumn hearth-blazes, or maybe a burgeoning forest fire.
The Neurotic Of Today Is The Germ Of The Man Of The Future
Posted in Language, Lit, Movies, Non-Fiction, Psych, Realism, tagged Anaïs Nin, Anaïs Nin Observed, Dreams, Henry Miller on November 6, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, just shootin the shit about living death, dream continuation, the romanticism of neurotics, and molecule rearrangement, among other heady topics. From Robert Snyder’s 1974 documentary Anaïs Nin Observed.
Possible Concussion
Posted in Absurdity, Art, Humor, Non-Fiction, Realism, tagged Anecdotes, Drunk Woman Is Tired, Pablo Picasso on September 16, 2013| Leave a Comment »
At the local pub, a woman faints from too much beer and not enough food. Smacks the back of her skull on a stool. As her friend helps her into a chair, the bartender calls 911. When the EMTs arrive, one of them asks the woman for her name. “Why do you need to know?” she asks. “To see if you’ve had a concussion,” says the EMT. “Yeah but you don’t know my name,” the woman says, “so how do you know I’m tellin’ you the right answer?” “Just tell him your name, Jill,” says the woman’s friend. “OK, my name’s Jill,” says Jill.
Graveyard Pinwheels
Posted in Movies, Non-Fiction, Photography, Realism, Verse, tagged graveyard pinwheels, graveyards, pinwheels on July 15, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Eternity’s always slowest when it’s slimy-hot outside. How sweet to be laid in the shade with a pair of brand-new pinwheels cooling your plot.
We’re Making It Up
Posted in Fictional Non-Fiction, Language, Lit, Propaganda, Psych, Realism, tagged Alfred Eisenstaedt, Skinny Legs And All, Tom Robbins on January 17, 2013| Leave a Comment »
We’re making it up… Us. All of us. All of it. The, world, the universe, life, reality. Especially reality… We make it up. We made it up. We shall make it up. We have been making it up. I make it up. You make it up. He, she, it makes it up.
Tom Robbins, Skinny Legs And All
Finally, Other People Want To Publish My Fictions
Posted in Fiction, Realism, tagged short fiction, The Rusty Nail, The Shortcut on November 8, 2012| Leave a Comment »
The Ruins Of Raceway Park
Posted in Photography, Realism, tagged Cars, Junk, New Jersey, Raceway Park on November 20, 2010| 1 Comment »
Photographs taken around Old Bridge Township Raceway Park
Englishtown, New Jersey, November 20, 2010