I’ve been neglecting my four most recent creations: A three year old, a two-and-a-half-year old, a two-year-old and a one-and-a-half year old. (Though all very recent, they represent fifteen years of intensive on-and-off work.) They come to mind … but then I enshrine my time on other things. Time passes. I swallow hard and slap the side of(…)
… Nick, an Italian, serving twenty years for murder, didn’t like Padric sharing his cell. Nick hung around with what he called the “elite” who in his book were the Italians. He told Padric why he didn’t like him. You can’t be a rat here, and you can’t be rapist, you can’t be a(…)
*****Page 1 ***** A FAMILY. Twelve children and two adults – marital status unknown – crossed the Atlantic from Ireland. The adults couldn’t cope so they swaddled the children with every piece of clothing they could grab from a church rummage and took the ferry from South Ferry, Manhattan to St. George, Staten Island in(…)
Having calmed (I thought) my young, neglected novella along with my eleven other disturbed creations the other night, I entered a period of empty-headed wellbeing that, unfortunately, was rudely interrupted just now just as the sun was sinking into the Aegean Sea. I heard a disturbing sound that made the hair on my neck stand up straight. I could hardly believe my ears. Again,(…)
A visitor from Berlin by way of Istanbul–Bernd Brunner. He’s an old friend and fellow author, even more prolific than me, who has been living and working and rooting into Istanbul for the past several years, also studying the Turkish language. He’s a gregarious, intense fellow. During his visit, though I offered olives, Biscotti smelling of anise, wine, tea or coffee,(…)
If you eat while you read, the following vegan recipe was suggested by my lifelong friend and Brain Trust, Johanne. Thank you, Jojo. It should provide just the right leavening for prudes and the faint-of-heart during a first reading of THE POTATO EATER in the same way potato in any form, including raw, was a staple for it’s hero, Padric McGarry. Creamy Dill(…)
I had been invited to write a piece by the editor of a new gay men’s magazine who happened to be a friend of mine. It was not an easy time in my life, my future prospects were wobbly to say the least, I had a weak-kneed skill set, an 11 year old son to(…)
Today I had the pleasure of spending time with my favorite author, Alison Leslie Gold. We started out by shooting a Book Trailer for Alison’s upcoming novella Not Not a Jew. I set up my iPhone 6 with a lavaliere mike at a table in Brooklyn Bagels on 8th Ave, while Alison went to grab the most jewish bagel she(…)
