High-Wire Act

Preface I must address the pachyderm in the pantry. This time my choice of subject matter comes with even more baggage than it did in my last book, Liber Prohibitorum. It’s difficult to write about great historical tragedies in the context of fiction for the simple fact that one always runs the risk of losing […]

Nightly News

I saw a child on the nightly news Playing with a toy inside a room being used As a shelter from The Bomb’s long burning fuse The mother was there being interviewed ‘Cause war had broken out all over the place And when the microphone tilted toward her face She spoke about the future of […]

Goodbye

To Andy Campbell, ex-friend, liar, backstabber, and deceiver, Congratulations, leaving my night vision binoculars at the scene of YOUR crime was a pretty clever thing to do. I’m guessing you figured my fingerprints would seal the deal, but how did you know about my arrest back when I was a stupid kid? I never said […]

A Liar of Myself

This would be another good spot to leverage the revision process by incorporating an additional paragraph’s worth of running commentary on my authorial development into the wider context of my fast-failing health. If the reader remembers, near the end of chapter five there was mention of a slight cough and generalized fatigue. At that time, […]

She Said her Name Was Hecate

Crazy Dream!! I find myself in a mall with an elderly woman who looks like Mom but, she’s my aunt, although I don’t have any aunts in real life. We’re on a weekend getaway, perhaps engaged in a tryst as there’s a strong sexual undertone, including some touching and even kissing at opportune moments. While […]

Poor Little Bastard

Perhaps I’m at risk of turning this memoir into Mom’s hagiography, but previous to her cognitive decline, I can’t recall any instances of her words or actions burning, or even slightly smouldering with the molten malevolence of a single sun let alone a thousand. With that in mind, I’ll now explain the eavestrough metaphor mentioned […]

Grey is the Colour

Back at home a heavy drink was poured and near its bottom I found the nerve to call the number connected to the address. It went unanswered and there was no personal voicemail greeting which would’ve revealed important details about the number’s owner, like whether they were male or female. Subsequent calls went unanswered as […]

Rear Area Pig

During a monitored phone call with my literary agent, it was suggested to me that I look for inspiration in the lives of other authors who seized upon the opportunity to write while serving custodial sentences. I would’ve taken my usual notes throughout the conversation but was unlucky enough to have misplaced my stubby, prison-issued […]