Loving and Hating Charles Bukowski by Linda King (2nd Edition)

Linda King’s Loving and Hating Charles Bukowski

Wild Ocean Press, in collaboration with KissKill Press, is pleased to publish a second edition of Loving & Hating Charles Bukowski, completely edited and revised from an earlier version published in 2012. The press release:There are many books about Charles Bukowski, but none like this one. Linda King’s Loving & Hating Charles Bukowski looks at Bukowski from the other … [Read more...]

London 1966: I.T., the Camel, and a Song Named Me

International Times launch party flyer and debut issue / image credit: http://www.international-times.org.uk/ITarchive.htm

The camel’s unexpected appearance saved me. The raggedy texture of his fur, his massiveness, and his breath were all undeniably real, no matter how bizarre the setting and cast of characters. Snaking black power cords connecting reporters to brilliant artificial light, long-armed microphones and BBC television cameras did not trip his feet as they did mine. The night could not … [Read more...]

Catskill Bill: A Portrait of a Fisherman

Catskill Bill with Grilse Salmon

The Catskill region is a lonely place. Maybe it wasn’t in its borscht belt heyday when young Jewish New Yorkers spent their summers in the big hotels with the hope of meeting a future husband or wife. And many did. The stories are legion. But when I first came to know the area intimately, in 1985, it was a lonely place and it still is. Beyond the hotels people live rural and … [Read more...]

When the Moon is in the Seventh House

Ricker Winsor chopping wood / image copyright Ricker Winsor

My beat up Renault pulled into the short dirt driveway of my small cape style house in Lyme, New Hampshire that March of 1970. The 60’s were over. Bob Dylan had left New York City too for the country upstate in Woodstock and I was doing the same here in New Hampshire. I thought that was auspicious and in line with “what’s happening”. When you are young it seems to be important … [Read more...]

The Wounded

Hansen278 / Photo credit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/7438870@N04/1148649159/ otisarchives2 / CC BY

After the end of the last really big war, WWII, where something like sixty million people died, America had a very nice stretch of about twenty years. We were on top of the world, didn’t need to rebuild bombed-out cities, needed only to go forward into comfort and prosperity. President Ike warned against the “military industrial complex” but nobody paid attention or knew what … [Read more...]

Ma’s Face

Ma's Face / Ricker Winsor

I was in the first grade with the purple-faced Mrs. Reagan when my mother had the first operation on her face to remove a tumor. This wasn’t the one that took the facial nerve; that came later. Still, it was difficult for a little boy to see his mother’s fine, beautiful face all sunken in and scarred. It was not the same face, possibly not even the same person. Surgery fifty … [Read more...]

Review – Horse Latitudes by Chris Wilson

Horse Latitudes by Chris Wilson

Horse Latitudes by Chris Wilson / Sorika / 978-0957557307 / 92 pagesHorse Latitudes is a small gem of a book, bound in white covers illustrated with a painting. It is strikingly beautiful, with a very clean, minimalist design.But much of its author's life has been anything but clean and filled with beauty.Instead, most of the first four decades of Chris Wilson's … [Read more...]

Pelham Bay Wilding 1957

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“Have you ever been in combat, Ricker?” my spiritual advisor asked.Pelham Bay Wilding The Molotov cocktail burst against the wall shocking the quiet, suburban night with flames fifty feet high. The bricks of the old gothic school scattered the gas across its surface, scorching the big flat wall where, during the day, children played their games. Almost immediately the … [Read more...]

My Father

FATHER - Vintage family photo via Tobyotter/Flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/78428166@N00/5334024309/

Franz Kafka wrote a long letter to his father. It said a lot of what I wanted to say to my father but did not have the words or self-composure or courage to say. So I left it on his desk and sometime later I found it on the stairs going up to my room indicating he had read it and had nothing to say.To be humiliated by your father in any way and not be able to respond or … [Read more...]

Jenny Lynn

Jenny Lynn

Cold wind is building and ready. It is not understood the pent feelings that have suddenly surfaced after long and even further back and then along the slow moving world and probably before the long awaited return of a Gypsy night. She said her name was Jenny Lynn. WAIT. Let me think.It was in the south section grid just beyond the usual spot where did we usually wait … [Read more...]

Straight Pool

Straight Pool by Ricker Winsor / image copyright http://www.sxc.hu/profile/rockpuppet

It was nineteen-sixty-two, Saturday, a hot afternoon. “Whadaya want to do?”“I don’t know. Whadaya want to do, Kenny?” I answered. “Maybe we could go up to New Rochelle and play pool.” I was addicted to pool at that time.“Ok” he said, “I’ll stop by the cleaners and see if my father will give me some money.”“It’s ok with me,” I said, knowing that his father … [Read more...]

The Neighborhood

Brooklyn Bridge / via Andrew Mangum http://www.flickr.com/photos/46259360@N03/8229973262/ colorized by EmptyMirror

How did I get to Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn, New York? A good question. Maybe a loss of direction? I think so. At least there were different expectations for my life. Did anybody care? Did I care? Like Holden Caufield, after a semester of college, I had gone out to find myself, first in Europe, on a motorcycle, hanging out with pot smoking beatniks. It all just made me more … [Read more...]

Hear That Lonesome Whistle

Union Pacific / copyright http://foter.com/portfolio/slambo-4/

I started drinking while the Wyoming sky was pink and you could still see forever. Earlier that day I found just enough smack to keep me from being sick. It got me moving. It got me out in the sun. It was the first day of summer, the longest day of the year, my mom’s birthday. I met John for drinks at the Albany, by that time the sky became over-ripened and the stars … [Read more...]

Heeding the Call of the Open Road

photo by adjac / sxc.hu

Beat culture and hippie culture were both long gone as a central movement by the time I was growing up, but hop on the bandwagon I did. As a teenager, there was nothing I wanted more than to get the hell out of dodge, my hometown in the California Bay Area, filled with cow patties, rednecks and suburban normalcy.Without having read Jack Kerouac’s books (yet), I adopted … [Read more...]