Red Warner’s Last Painting

Red Warner's Last Painting

Excerpted from the forthcoming novel, Visual Liberties He’s now had his morning coffee and finished off a bowl of oatmeal with raisins and slices of banana. From the back of his closet he digs out the old coveralls he wears when painting, takes off his shirt, puts the coveralls on and slips his feet into […]

My Otter

Photo credit: href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wcdumonts/10028947736/ Mark Dumont

“Honey, I am going fishing.” No answer. “OK see you later.” No answer. And it will be much later since she works late. No reason to come home early and the fishing is good at dusk. In the north country, summers are hot, sticky. A rumble way off, maybe a thunder storm later. Summer storms […]

From Notes of an Errant A/C Man: The Secret to My Uncle’s Jalisco Style Birria

Photo credit: http://foter.com/photo/hvac-ventilation-exhaust/ / http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/ CC BY-SA

THE SECRET TO MY UNCLE’S JALISCO STYLE BIRRIA i shouldn’t’ve opened my big mouth: where i’ve been accused by women of being ‘emotionally unavailable’, i make myself too available for these god-damned air conditioning gigs. but a man’s gotta make a buck in this inclement economic climate. it’s fuckin’ sink or swim… i was with […]

Chiseled in Rock

Alvin Lee, 1975 (detail) by Jim Summaria, http://www.jimsummariaphoto.com

Literature is a morgue: I go there to identify my friends. One of them evaporated yesterday, March 6, 2013. The last pic he nailed through the ether toward me had his Woodstock cherry red 335 erecting from the lap into the skies. I was, obviously, born ten years after him, yet that tiny space in […]

“Street Corner” and “Process”

Photo credit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dandeluca/6778493258/ / dandeluca

A hypothetical encounter between poets Philip Lamantia and Bob Kaufman on a San Francisco street corner. Since both lived in the same North Beach neighborhood, loitered in the same cafes, and more than likely knew each other, this depicted encounter may actually have far-fetchedly occurred. K. is shifting from one foot to the other. He directs […]

I’m For an Art

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1982 SoHo Painting can be an evil mistress. She can love you tender and she can love you raunchy, and she can rip your guts apart. When you put that last stroke on your canvas and you know you’ve done it right, and you step back to look at what you’ve done, a deep sigh […]

Post-Zen, a reflection for Reilly

collage copyright D. Raphael

When you were put away your car had a half a tank of gas. This surprised me, because I had only ever seen you put five dollars in at a time. While you drove I would watch the dial on the odometer slowly turn as we ate up every tenth of a mile. After you […]

A Curious Stew

Los Angeles, copyright Aculine http://www.sxc.hu/profile/aculine

Silver Lake was a circus when I moved here in ‘92.  By day it was old buildings with peeling paint set against lush hillsides with hidden graffitied cement stairways and morning glories everywhere. School kids walked to and from the middle school on one end and Marshall High tucked in off of Griffith Park Boulevard […]

Lost Angeles: Writers on the Storm

The Last Stage - novel by Jim Cherry

We pulled up in front of a u-shaped apartment building that opened into a courtyard, the address the writer gave me. Jimmy and I walked up to the apartment. It looked like I was expected, the inside door was opened and I could hear the TV show The Price is Right coming from inside. I […]

One Man, One Vote

One Man, One Vote / Photo http://www.flickr.com/photos/51408284@N02/5544777964/ Mortimer62 / CC BY-SA

It was Election Day and the lines were as long as anyone could remember. Even longer. To be sure this was the age of advanced technology so in many places people could vote on their computers and iPhones and some pundits were predicting, surely in jest, that the age of the telepathic franchise wasn’t far […]