My Journal

A tale of two trilogies: Confessions of St. Augustine and The Donnie Diaries. More specifically for right now, we introduce The Donnie Diaries: An Ode To Ipecac. The two trilogies have a symbiotic relationship, a doppelganger or yin and yang that bookend a common...

So let me conclude Confessions of St. Augustine for the moment with this quick summary so I can tellya about The Donnie Diaries. 'Cause ya wanna know the REAL cause of it all? Lemme make it real simple: Confessions of St. Augustine (a 21st Century post post-modernist...

"If there is no God, then all things are lawful." Crime and Punishment. Guilt (a mid-Indian summer night's dream or the pepperoni I had in Alice in Wonderland's Restaurant?) So if there IS no God, why do I feel guilty, Alice? Because I'm thinking of Maybe creating a...

Years ago when I was young and wanted to write the great American novel, I took a security guard job working in a condo in Miami. Actually I started the thing a few years earlier when I was teaching, but because of the time and creative drain I decided I'd do better...

If you've been following our narrator's life of crime, you'll realize it's more of a philosophical statement - an act of rebellion - an existential statement: "if you don't believe in God, then anything's okay, right? Sartre said that" and so did Camus, Genet, and a...

The best one is when I slide a steak up my dungaree jacket: if I stick my stomach out (what's left of it), it's just about tight enough to hold the steak. At least long enough to get out, which isn't that easy. You see I usually buy a loaf of bread. That makes it look...

So anyway about that cop thing this morning I was gonna tell you about except I can't remember most of it tell ya the truth too stoned too stoned, all I remember is that knocking and asking who was there, but no one answers, so I open up and hear - "The police!" when...

...I mean like adventure. Yeah. Action. The Renaissance man and I'm really a handsome rascal yeah people've been telling me that all my life, and women really do go for me. It sounds awful I know but I can't help it and I get real vain sometimes, like I just look in...

1965 And so we put the top down and were off... chasing the Sun and the wheat was high and the crickets were singing in the summer heat over the hills with the fields stretching for miles to the sky and the radio played nothing but beautiful music until we were...

Because it only seemed like yesterday when I picked up that pastel and applied it to paper. Canson pastel paper, felt gray, number 429 I think was what it was listed as. Because when I first applied that flesh colored chalk to the paper and saw what a beautiful color...

God's testing grounds?... Where Moses went.... And Jesus.. And Paul. Where one can find little to distract from their pilgrimage?... save the heat, the sun, and the sand.... blinding sunlight on white rocks and white sand? where even the "swamp" coolers in the...

The desert and the parched land will be glad Now I don't expect you to share our narrator's final vision (his nemesis certainly doesn't - nor does he share hers), but if you can follow his mindset, perhaps you'll relate on some level. For example, don't we all long...