The Arrogance of the Princely Mind

WHAT DO I KNOW? Wisdom in the Twenty-first Century Jack Remick The Arrogance of the Princely Mind The princely mind is lost and at war with the common good. Stripped of its connections, the self enters into a time of pure selfish existence. Without bounds on its greed, without regard for the other, the princely […]

Additions to Readings and Literary Events

Saturday, September 8th, 6:15 to 7:30 PM at The BookTree store, I get to read from “The Wisdom of Finishing,” with the Raven Chronicles readers. ‘The Wisdom of Finishing’ is an essay from ‘What Do I Know? Wisdom in the  Twenty-first Century.’ The BookTree Book Store 609 Market Street Kirkland, WA 98033 Thursday, September 13th, […]

Readings, Signings and Podcasts for Citadel

Wednesday August 1, 2018, at 1:30 PDT  I join host Marsha Casper Cook on Michigan Avenue World of Ink This is a call-in show: Phone 714-242-5259 to join the conversation Podcast  available after the event. Thursday, September 13th, 7:00 PM I’ll be reading from Citadel at  Third Place Books–Ravenna  6504 20th Ave NE, Seattle, WA 98115 Phone: […]

Reading and Book Signing–September 13th, 2018

Thursday evening, September 13th, 2018  at 7:00 PM I’ll be reading from Citadel at Third Place Books–6504 20th Ave NE; Seattle WA 98115. (206) 525-2347 Citadel, a metafictional, apocalyptic story braided into a contemporary novel in which women control everything. “And I cried at the loss of paradise because in the killing, all dreams had died.” […]

Ongoing Literary Events

Ongoing Literary Events I am now reviewing for the New York Journal of Books. Upcoming is a review of  Don’t Hide the Madness, a Burroughs/Ginsberg conversation. The book is slated to publish in October 2018. Citadel is available in Seattle at Couth Buzzard Books 8310 Greenwood Avenue North. Thanks to Theo Dzielak owner, poet, friend of the written word. Eleanor […]

Citadel–cover and The Gland scene

Citadel                                                                            Daiva Izokaitis  Tia and Ket were an arm’s length from the Gland when Zil threw her net. The Gland stumbled, but caught himself—he was magnificent, balanced, glowing with sweat. The net snared him. We were on him breathing hard. I straddled him, knees pressing against the hard thighs. He was wild and panting and […]