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Old Music for New People: Coming Soon

After My Book Deal: Life Changing or Same Old Struggle?

About My Latest Story: “Animals with Nowhere to Go”

I was so happy to see my story, “Animals with Nowhere to Go”, published this month (January) at Jerry Jazz Musician. I wrote “Animals” specifically to enter the Jerry Jazz 55th short fiction contest last fall. Even though it only wound […]

BULL Men’s Fiction and The Cannibal Talks

My new story “MANY WAYS TO FIND OUT” was featured at the BULL magazine website earlier this week. Bull specializes in quality fiction (and some essays) directed in varying ways at the complexity and dynamics of masculinity here in 2017. […]

Making New Meaning: Fiction’s Role in Our New America

I want to add something to the endless discussion about why it’s important to read literary fiction. The discussion is important. You may have graduated from high school English class and feel like you never want to go back again, […]

My Year of Reading Slowly: Roberto Bolaño’s 2666

I finally finished Roberto Bolaño’s novel 2666 last month (912 pages in English; 1,136 in Spanish). It represents a year of reading for me (with some other stuff thrown in, but nothing I stayed with or finished). The beauty of […]

No Translation Possible: On Reading Roberto Bolaño

“Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.” – Roberto Bolaño, “The Savage Detectives”  I have discovered the work of Chilean poet/novelist/essayist, Roberto Bolaño, in the past year. For years […]

“Magical Thinking” Without Defining Writing Talent

Over at The Millions Michael Bourne (the writer, not the center fielder) has an essay this week called “Magical Thinking: Talent and the Cult of Craft.” Lots of great comments and thinking come after his pretty thoughtful exploration of the question […]

Wind-Toads at Night: A Very Short Story

We had a huge cold front come in right around 9:00 last night. The temperature dropped fast from 52-degrees Fahrenheit to 20-degrees Fahrenheit, and by our 10:30 bedtime the wind was blowing hard. Our bedroom wall is northwest facing and […]

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