Category Archives: Literature

A Mused (Part Two) The principle subject of La Belle Dame sans Merci by Barbara Fass is an examination of the titular figure, who must be, like the Femme Fatale, both seductive and dangerous, but, even more, to be unambiguously … Continue reading →

The Noise of a Party (Adapted from the novel Satan in Silk by Paul V. Russo)   The noise It flowed, rumbled, roared from Behind the door at the head of the stairway   Some of it poured from overheated … Continue reading →

The Hippy   The Hippy loved to roam the streets of the city, his hands in his pockets, his mind wandering with his feet. One day while walking in an unfamiliar neighborhood he heard a cry that astonished him. It … Continue reading →

Dear Max Perkins,   Here’s some titles Zelda and I have been kicking around for my next book. Let me know what you think:     The Violent Light     Things Without Spines     I Resolve Not to … Continue reading →

Hunting The Wild Duck   I first got into Henrik Ibsen’s The Wild Duck while reading Shyness & Dignity by Dag Solstad (I’m sure you all remember my review – 3 out of 4 people find it useful on Amazon!) … Continue reading →

To all patrons and Grounds Monitors: It has come to my attention that through the first through the fifth week of the previous month that a certain unknown individual was suspected of rifling through the garbage cans on school grounds … Continue reading →

The Alexi Papers   The sun stretched lazily on the strand, like some imbecilic half-child of the Emperor. The Thief lay in his room, ruing the day he first saw the strange stranger, as the Professor exited, wiping the spittle … Continue reading →

Meeting   Tonight Sally and I are hanging out at school, sitting on the cabinets in the teachers lounge, waiting for everybody else to show up, feeling like we don’t belong even though we technically do, Sally’s skin onion paper … Continue reading →

At Nietzsche’s Party   At Nietzsche’s party on New Year’s five years ago. We argued, I don’t know, someone playing guitar, someone changing records, someone leaning on their horn in the driveway. Well, talk to me, you said, let’s have … Continue reading →

There was a slight smudge on the window where she’d laid her forehead, distorting the precise lines of the house across the street. She knew exactly what Charlie would have said about where she lived, remembering only too well how … Continue reading →