I'm I’m a Galleria Mall in a National Park, a French film noir in a grocery store, art school in the kitchen, An erotica book on a Wednesday noon, And a heated debate at 2 a.m. I’m the cookie baker trouble maker heart breaker claim staker- I want everything to change While the good parts... Continue Reading →
So, this poem arrived in a dream, intact, and I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote it down, just like this. There's music too, but since I can't write music, its just in my head. I wrote this in 1998 but I think about it every 9/11. America: The Long Dream America, as we... Continue Reading →
Appetizer Menu: a little taste of...The Grove: Awakened Book One.
The last thing you expect when you go to Old Orchard Beach in Maine on the long Labour Day weekend is to keep your sanity. The second-last thing you expect, among the tourists, souvenir shops, fried-everything stands and carnival rides, is a book store. But there it is, right on the strip. Granted, it’s full of remaindered books, and you have to dodge the caricaturist parked at the entrance, but it’s a little bit of paradise among the bikinis. Incidentally, if you’re looking for something called Paradise Among the Bikinis, you’re in the wrong kind of store.
But I did find a dirty book. Tucked into the row of fiction was a book by one of my favourite authors, Nicholson Baker. His novel, The Mezzanine, is particularly good. It’s set entirely during a ride up an escalator. Baker writes a type of fiction in which not much physical action…
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