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Books I Read in 2017

I didn’t read nearly as many books this year as I have in previous years. My excuse is that I wanted to slow down and enjoy what I read instead of just plowing through books with the intentions of having … Continue reading

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Intro to the Second Edition

Hey all, my first book of collected work from 2014 – 2016 was just printed for the second time. I wrote a short intro to the 2nd run, which I am presenting here. See the “For Sale” to order a … Continue reading

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Post Mortem

I am again stuck in the vacuum that comes from finishing things. As of today, I have completed work on two new books, and right on cue, possibly the second I hit the send button of the email I sent … Continue reading

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Throwing a Typewriter into the Ocean

He walked down to the street to throw his typewriter into the ocean. There was no point in using it anymore. At one point on the walk, he had said to himself that there was no point in anything anymore, … Continue reading

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Books I Read In 2016

So I managed to beat my record of books read in a year. Last year, I managed to hit my goal of 52, and this year, I rounded off at 76. Some of them are not exactly full- length novels, … Continue reading

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11.30.2016

Unfortunately, there was nothing in Stephen King’s On Writing, about how to fix your sleep schedule. There was a whole lot of pertinent information on how to quit booze, cocaine, painkillers, and how to write great adverbs, but nothing on … Continue reading

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Open Mic Night

Gazing into an empty laundromat the machines old and decrepit my hands shaking my third cigarette my two poems stuffed into my right pocket. I wasn’t going to go but Leonard Cohen died that day and a friend of mine … Continue reading

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