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  • The Red Oven (One-Act Play from 2013)

    September 3, 2019

    Fiction

    Characters: AUNTIE JEAN: Woman in her fifties or sixties. Frumpy by trying to look glamorous.  TIMOTHY: Thin young man who looks as though he rarely sleeps or eats. JOHN WAYNE: MAE WEST: JAMES CAGNEY: TINA: Young female who works the concession stand. Extras: 3-4 people to play customers in the cinema.    Setting:  One-screen cinema


    1995: Lessons from David Foster Wallace

    July 19, 2019

    Journal

    David Foster Wallace gave me the best writing lesson I ever had in less than four seconds. It was the mid-90’s and he was a professor at Illinois State University and I’d often talk to him in the halls, rambling about tennis or books while he listened politely.  When I first met him, I had no


    1983: Sharing the Stage with Don Ho

    July 12, 2019

    Journal

    My grandparents took me to Hawaii when I was eight. We all wore matching blue floral shirts to a Don Ho show at the Hilton Hawaiian Village. Before the concert started, a man in an E.T. mask came up and asked us if I could be part of the show. We said yes.  E.T. told


    2009: Every Vote Really Does Count

    July 12, 2019

    Journal

    In Spring of 2009 I half-heartedly ran for RI City Council. Knocking on doors has never been my thing, and the incumbent was a decent man. It was an experiment as  I was just starting to write the Lane Evans bio and wanted to see what it was like to run for office. And frankly,


    2007: Tune In, Turn On, Drop Out

    June 11, 2019

    Journal

    Last spring one of my best friends from St. Louis came to visit me. We gave each other a handshake, exchanged pleasantries, and then sat on my patio to chat and watch the birds. “Did I tell you about dressing up as Elvis for the St. Patrick’s Day parade?”  I asked. “Yeah,” he smiled. “Well kind of,


    2008: Ice Sculptors in Information Age

    June 11, 2019

    Journal

    Are all artists are now ice sculptors? Create, they admire, and its gone. A stadium of poets screaming our verses to a single fan on the field. No true permanence in the land of distraction. Fifteen minutes turned to seconds. The Tweets of Wrath.  Why does a sand sculptor create, despite the tide?   It can be for us and


    2006: Scully

    June 11, 2019

    Journal

    Scully: “It was a dark and stormy night.” Seriously. That night Scully came into my life. He had been living in my grandparents ravine for two weeks. I’d left out trays of meat and kibble doused with bacon grease. Slowly bringing the dish closer and closer to our house each night, hoping to lull him into