This is the first installment of my yet-to-be-published novel, Sihara, a story about a man whose life was a mess until his soul slowly woke up. I ran across the street, taking the risk because even by my abysmal standards, I was running late. A cab swerved towards me, forcing me back to the no-man’s […]
I was an angry young man with a motorcycle and an attitude and not much else going for me when, left with no alternatives, I moved back in with my folks. They lived on an island that was a Jersey Shore vacation locale for clean suburbanites in the summer, but was almost uninhabited in the
And when the good lord comes to take me away Wrapping me in his gentle white wings of holiness And he leans close to whisper in my ear Asking me if I drank of his goodness while on his blessed earth I shall smile and whisper I greeted every man as your son and messenger
Watcha gonna doWhen the beast is running wildDon’t you feel stupid With the key in your handGive him a kick, tough guy See if he don’t bite yer leg offHe didn’t seem so big Lying there asleepWhen the door was shut, the cage was lkocked You were gonna just let him out Take him for
Okay, Mister Gonna-be-a-Rabbi man. I’m not gonna get into no contest about who ate more pork, did more drugs, went to more concerts, who used to be more cool, so today he really does know better, just to prove that what I’m doing now is holy, holy, holy. You got the words pouring through your
I am a writer. My profession was created by the fireside of a prehistoric camp. After a successful hunt, the meat was divided among the heroes who had provided sustenance to the tribe. The choicest meat went to the hunter whose spear first struck the prey. The next piece of meat went to the tracker
I came to the desert with a pocket full of seeds To live in the house of my father’s best dreams Promised to me before I was born Taken away because of my sins I came with a map painted on ancient hide To find the city of gold stripped of its wealth Its life-giving
