It was with great sorrow that I unintentionally deleted my original post on Italian Insults. I have decided to resurrect this post with research into those fabulous insults again. Fortunately, I have a lot of resources for the endeavor from my novel, The Innamorati. The Insults: Pox face shit eater! Cazzone (Prick)! You Piece […]
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I was surprised and very grateful to my longtime friend Marly Youmas for dedicating this wonderful poem to me. Last night in dreams, she lived a thousand yearsAnd was the architect who made a houseThat wandered from the mountains to the sea. And in its rooms the strange and marvelousBegan to stir with
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These days, I find myself re-reading many of my previous posts. More often than not, I am surprised by what I see. There is everything from midnight rambles about literature to sketchy plans about the future of my novel and even what else I should scan for my articles and essays. So, if someone
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Lately I have been struggling with sternal wires, placed in my chest after surgery to keep it closed as the two halves of my chest fused into a single unit. I had a great thoracic surgeon do the work. But over time, the sternal wires have become really painful, like a bunch of cat
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I love this photo from when I was a baby with my brother living in Veterans housing. I look like such a chunk and that laugh… I love it even more now that we are older.
I keep on my bulletin board two newspaper headlines to remind me that I might be a few bubbles off plumb. The Milwaukee Journal (March 30, 1987) boldly states, "15-year study of writers finds high rate of mental illness," while the Toronto Star (August 16, 1986) announces, "Researcher probes ties between insanity and
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The abrupt sound of vigorous drum and cymbal music from outside the tent galvanized the audience. Lama J. leaned over and told me that this was the first drum signal, a ten-minute warning that the performance was about to begin. Last-minute stragglers rushed in and found seating. Others checked their supplies of snacks and
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A long time ago (about 1995), I was invited to contribute a short story for Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling's short story collection. At the time, we were encouraged to write short stories dipped in sexual content for grown-ups. Ok, I thought, that sounds like fun. So I cooked up a short story with
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Ok..so here are two more photos of my father, Emile, with his cousins on leave after the liberation of Paris. I am almost certain that the man is Yves Jouffa's cousin, and the woman is Yves's sister, Roselyne —but I am waiting for the family in France to confirm this. I
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Would that I could begin a novel with such a splendid introduction as this frame story for Basile's entire collection of tales: "It is an established proverb, one of ancient coinage, that he who seeks what he shouldn't, finds what he doesn't want; and it is known that the monkey, by shoeing himself with
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