1 The manuscripts had collected in my bottom drawer.  This verbal clutter consisted of poems, stories and film scripts, all fused into the genre of unwanted black ink on white paper; in […]

I. May 30th, 2010. Winston-Salem, North Carolina. In which I insist upon the veracity of the enclosed. The characters in the following narrative were once really alive, even the kangaroo. What is […]

Dear Mr. Castro, I know you have little tolerance for the big bad neighbor to the north that has for years antagonized your slender island jewel. So let me admit right up […]

by Fred Skolnik    In the pantheon of the Classic American Novel, An American Tragedy and U.S.A. had been novels about the essential division of America between those who have and those […]

Otavalo, Ecuador: Camera stolen in the early morning haze of travel, either on the bus or in the bus terminal, literally snatched from a bag I was carrying, that I never even […]

So last Thursday I went, by myself,  to the post office to buy some stamps.  It’s early summer here in New York City.  Which means our city weather is in a schizophrenic […]