Thoughts …

Consider string theory, which describes a squatting universe forcing her massive dugs onto the napes of our necks. We hear the unpleasant gurgling and brace ourselves. We call this the human condition.

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Rockabilly Boogie

I first encountered it years ago when, rattling around the greasy alleyway flanking the belles lettres, I crashed in a bit beer woozy through a disused side door in zips, boots, jacket, chains, and an erratic psychobilly pompadour held together with NuNile pomade and Aqua Net spray (it’s true!). Though I hadn't yet the words…

Flicker in the Porthole Glass – Installment VIII

My novel Flicker in the Porthole Glass was published by MAMMOTH Books in 2002. The Review of Contemporary Fiction observed that, "...the achievement here is Desautels’s prose, an aural event both jagged and elegant, assaultive and inviting, that moves with the clipped, dangerous, urgent kinesis of hard bop jazz." Seven years down the road, I'm…