A Post Postmodern Italy

We rented a car and stocked up at the supermercado with formaggi and tomatoes and salami and olives and cold and hot salads and sat in the small Euro car traffic. We drove past Carrarra marble fields where Michelangelo handpicked his canvases and the waking slaves were probably his realization that the rocks weren’t what… Continue reading A Post Postmodern Italy

Daniel Adler Sings the Blues

The blues are wet. Soaked in muddy river, cry and moan, hurrying and loving, wait and cry, ride. Wanna tell somebody, know they’re listening right, take my baby out for cherry sodas on a breezy Saturday night. How long will these nightmares continue? Does guilt consume? What if they find him and trace my prints?… Continue reading Daniel Adler Sings the Blues

Classic Literature on Friday Night

It feels good to consolidate. There is a lot to do in the spring because it is the time to sow, so that in the fall I can reap. I am reading new additions to classic literature: Ham On Rye finally and The Savage Detectives, both of which are engaging narratives. I especially appreciate the… Continue reading Classic Literature on Friday Night

>The Deviant

> You lay coddled in her arms and she in yours. And when she tilted her chin back to expose her neck there it was, curled comfortable under her chin hanging a breeze-space below: a black hair. Half an inch long. Imagine my disgust. To see that my woman, granted her left breast wasn’t as… Continue reading >The Deviant

>Help: A Post Postmodern Dilemma

> Bernini’s “Apollo and Daphne“ Dear Gorgeous, So far this has been my blog. I’m totally willing to publish anything you guys think is relevant. I mean, it is an internet warehouse after all, it’s supposed to store a lot of different stuff. Anyway I’ve been thinking about my book lately, the ol’ Hot Love… Continue reading >Help: A Post Postmodern Dilemma

>Color Theory, By Daniel Adler

>     He looked like a turtle. Through the square framed glasses that rested on his chubby cheeks, he blinked slowly. His wide body and enormous back resembled a shell. And his favorite color was green, which made sense, according to my color theory.   Everyone has a favorite color. It happens back in pre-school, when everyone… Continue reading >Color Theory, By Daniel Adler

>A Retrospection

> Jimmy was the guy in charge. Whenever he alluded to the luck of the draw or the devil’s cares, he smiled to reveal a gap where his front left incisor once had been. His skin was naturally orange. He had a broad nose and flat black hair. He directed Gabriel to stack the wooden… Continue reading >A Retrospection