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Doris and Bill

In the eighties, a Manson murder obsessive by the name of Bill Nelson befriended Sharon Tate’s mother, Doris Tate, who then agreed to a taped interview. The interview, called “Doris Tate – In Her Own Words” is rarely seen and only [...]

2019-07-29T14:25:37+02:00July 29th, 2019|Categories: Shorts|Tags: |

Papers Often Exaggerate Misery

Pick on every man, Play on every minute, Pull out every move. Police officially end manhunt. Police officer enters madhouse. Parent’s opinions end misery. People offend educated monkey. Poet openly executes muse. Psychologist openly executes mother. Plenty of early mothers. Price [...]

2019-06-05T15:35:16+02:00June 5th, 2019|Categories: Poetry|Tags: |

Alice Plays Psychedelic Hopscotch

Pick a card, any card. “That must be uncomfortable,” says Alice, indicating with her eyes the elaborate construction of chains and restraints that binds the swollen body. “Oh, that! I hardly notice it any more. One learns [...]

2019-05-17T13:16:41+02:00May 11th, 2019|Categories: Shorts|Tags: |

Father in Space

Original Art by Steve Poulacheris - Copyright © 2019 Took an afternoon nap and had a peculiar dream about my father in outer space. It's quite a long story. It's good, though. We were both working on a project. [...]

2019-05-11T10:15:32+02:00April 28th, 2019|Categories: Shorts|Tags: , |

The Story of The Siren

By E.M. Forster Few things have been more beautiful than my note book on the Deist Controversy as it fell downward through the waters of the Mediterranean. It dived, like a piece of black slate, but opened soon, disclosing leaves of [...]

2019-04-27T23:04:20+02:00April 26th, 2019|Categories: Shorts|Tags: |

Rendition of a Life, Transposed

People sometimes ask, for fun at a bar, or boredom on a long journey, a silly question. “Gun to the head – Lose your sight or lose your hearing?” My answer was always hearing. I can live without bad music in [...]

2019-04-27T23:03:58+02:00April 26th, 2019|Categories: Shorts|Tags: |

Audacity in Authorship

By J.B. Priestley There is one certain characteristic of contemporary literature which everyone must have remarked, but to which it is very difficult to give a name. It is straining language to call it this or that quality; yet a name [...]

2019-04-27T23:03:36+02:00April 26th, 2019|Categories: Essays|Tags: |

The Sender by Tom Baum

He was a young man and not in his right mind. Other than that, he wasn’t sure of anything. The skin on his hands was wrinkle-free, white as no-fat milk, two heads taller than the cars rolling past, and his scratchy [...]

2019-04-27T23:03:15+02:00April 26th, 2019|Categories: Excerpts|Tags: |
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