I spent the first half hour in the candle-lit dark thinking, I’m going to have to go home and write about this, but then the Top Ten Classics and the steam and the rubbing and the creaminess took over and then I was just a piece of meat. But now I’m loving Brentley Frazer’s “Swimming…
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Because even after half a bottle of Bollinger, I wasn’t nearly drunk enough, and now, typing this, I am not at all hungover, nor filled with that warm and generous feeling of having been with friends and eaten too much pizza and told too many lies although I did. Because where I really wanted to be was here. I have work to do.
Hell! It’s March and this website is still half-assed. Knee-deep in TA-ing…. Film and Writing at a local university, not so local, maybe. 1 1/2 hour commute. Still finding time to goof off, though. This week I’ve returned to an oldie but a goldie from Joe R Lansdale: The Long Dead Day. “We did have…
Amazing street photography from Matt Bialer. Takes a New Yorker to know one.
Welcome back. I’ve had a bit of a crunch going on these last months with various projects. Many short stories out there, Blue Moves being shopped around. I’ve had some help from some amazing and unexpected sources who know who they are. Working on the new project now, a science-fiction sex fest about three mysterious…
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