Sienna, August 15, 1873 (excerpt from my new novel in the making)

My Siren, How I wish to be other than this man I have built myself to be—Machiavellian and idealist, a policy-maker who challenges the law to show up for what it cannot possibly be, but what it must nevertheless be: a promise fulfilled. Aw, Siren, how I wish for poetry! I have misplaced my breath […]

The Origin of the World (excerpt from my forthcoming novel, Even the Breath)

The line in front of the Musée d’Orsay was long, but fast-moving. The Senegalese guard at the door paddled people through, whistling “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.” Prune grinned as he waved her through, and he grinned back. In an accent-less French he cried, “Ah ben voilà, enfin quelqu’un d’aussi heureux que moi!” meaning, Ah, finally […]

Kundalini Rouses (excerpt from my forthcoming novel, Even the Breath)

“There he is! Attila, you tramp, I can’t leave you alone, can I? One minute you’re with one girl … I barely turn my back, and there you are, curled up beside some stranger and groaning like a Swedish porn-movie star! Excuse my wolf, Ms. Did he use fang-persuasion to pressure you into petting him?” […]