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 [...]
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 [...]
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. [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
December 28, 1999 L.A. Dear P_____, Here I am on a train, double-decker type, sign called Los Angeles by my window, two seats by myself, half-empty train with folks less anxious than a plane, and I've decided to write this train [...]
Somewhere in the deepest level of Hell there is an infernal machine churning out positive affirmations, uplifting sentences, wise sayings and motivational outpourings. Serried ranks of demons then attach them to various images rendered at 72 dots per inch, including, but [...]
FRIDAY 15th In the dark, the sea roars. Hannah is screaming like a cut pig, and Jess is hurling the sodden sandwiches into the night. James and Sarah are looking at the carnage. James hoists the sun umbrella’s rusted enamel point [...]