As I drove further into the back country, the paved road got narrower. Then it became a single lane. After a while, the asphalt just threw its hands into the air and gave up. The rains had turned the rutted dirt roads to mushy sludge, which never had a chance to dry under the leafy […]
In lieu of the next installment of “Bigfoot 1, DeBrincat 0” and in advance of the oncoming hard sell for my new novel Hollywood Buckaroo (out this April!), I thought I’d let you know about a few things I’m really excited about that have crossed my path or are in my future — and possibly […]
I have always liked Vermont. I like the hippies and the superhippies, the progressives and the hillbillies, the artists and the crunchies, the lavender ladies and the bunker boys. I like its small towns with friendly names like Johnson and Putney. I like the seasons, so markedly different from California’s. Snow flurries on Easter. Crocuses […]
I had a bad feeling that day. We knew the coyotes were around. The neighbors had taken to sitting out on the street on coyote watch, and gather at the corner to talk about whose pets had disappeared. If this one had ventured so close to the door when I was inside the house, he […]
A new poem (and my first Pushcart Prize nomination!) appears in Issue #9 of Anti-Poetry: http://anti-poetry.com/ Plus, a heartwarming image from the streets of Paris: .
The following review appears in Gently Read Literature, a site of reviews (see link on Blogroll for the complete volume of reviews), and my story “Call It A Hat,” which appears in the anthology “Art From Art,” gets a big old shout-out. Also, in the interest of exhilarating art, I gift you with this image […]