A day in Golden Gate Park whereby the colors came at me like some kind of electric fist. I didn’t recognize the colors when they came, but they came almost as an act of aggression, a sort of narcissism, and they grabbed me meanly. And I saw them that day as they shoved me with [...]
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10 Times One Book Review: The Perplexing Problem of the Porcelain Bandits
Everyone should make a point of reading a writer’s first novel. Not famous writers’ first novels, I’m talking about the plucky college grads who put aside their dreams of fame or financially stability to follow a passion that will very likely leave them utterly destitute and penniless. As readers, these are the people we need [...]
An Artist in the Time of the Renaissance
The following is a story written as an experiment in 1999. All of the characters herein existed during the time period, except the protagonist who did not. I convalesce under my favorite fig tree and look back over my fortuitous and endowed life. Only now, in the autumn of my years, do I realize it [...]
In Love With Pink Floyd (Live at Pompeii, the Full Concert)
I’m sitting in Billy’s basement bedroom. I’m 16 and I wish I had a bedroom like this. Even though there’s no natural light save a once-a-day sliver through a tiny window by the ceiling and 10-year-old dust covers every surface, I envy it with all my heart. He’s got a lava lamp, a Frank Zappa [...]
Playing Poker In South America
For many years, poker was thought of as an American game. However, the America in question was always North America, particularly the United States. Little thought had ever been given to the possibilities of poker in South America. Times have changed. With the poker explosion of the 21st century, poker is spreading all over the [...]
In The Morning Dew
Every day starts with sheathes of silver plutonium raining down from the sky. It comes down in great pillars of silence. This morning was no different. The view, as seen through slats of consciousness, showed the weary masses under something that greatly resembled a psychosis, heavy under the spell of radiation, and they sat on [...]
A Litany of Mumbai
Around the corners, with every turn of the head or swivel of the eye, under every eave, on every porch, portico, balcony, staircase, in every doorway, down every alley, in every shop, beyond every window, in front of them too, in every car, lorry, truck, taxi, loaded up by the half score, far more than [...]
If World War Two Was A Bar Fight
*Interpretation taken from the Canadian military forum at Army.ca. Thanks boys! Still sore from the night before, Germany has had one too many pints. It is sucking up to Russia, deciding it doesn’t want to pay for the drinks that France insists it owes. They then drunkenly shout out that Austria is its brother, man, [...]
Strata – A Song for the Stormy Sky
Holes buttoned-open in the dark overcast. Amid the tempest eyeholes formed, and even under the yoke of fury I suddenly saw right through to sky. It opened like a prayer before me, a great celestial stitchery weaving open unceremoniously and quite unconcerned with me or what I did. When it happened it happened without religion, [...]
How to Get a Job – By Hunter S. Thompson
Back in the days when men cowered away spinelessly in lives they hated, Hunter S. Thompson was defining what it meant to be a fearless man. The following is a letter Mr. Thompson wrote to the Vancouver Sun in effort to secure a journalism job at the newspaper in 1958. At that point he was [...]
If World War One Was A Bar Fight
Germany, Austria and Italy are standing together in the middle of a pub when Serbia bumps into Austria and spills Austria’s pint. Austria demands Serbia buy it a complete new suit because there are splashes on its trouser leg. Germany expresses its support for Austria’s point of view. Britain recommends that everyone calm down a [...]
