SF Lit Crawl '18

SF Lit Crawl '18

Me and my new friend Walter Rosenthal

Hello, friends

I Saw It All

November 15, 2018

Hello, Friends in the World,

I once got scared out of my mind in a peaceful setting. The link to an essay about this experience is here: I Saw It All.

I hope it brings you some kind of enjoyment these sad, fraught times. I find them (more…)

Lit Crawl

October 16, 2017

I did the Lit Crawl thing last night and had fun. I read at a cool place called Faye's Video & Expresso Bar with four fantastic writers and one great musician in the Mission. The crowd was enthusiastic. I had a treat when a friend showed up unexpectedly, Rob Davidson, a fine writer who teaches (more…)

Kim Story

September 9, 2017

Hello, Friends,

This is one of the strangest ones I stand by, meaning it's by me and I'll claim it. I won't deny it. It's long, the print is tiny, but it might be weird enough to amuse you. I thank Permafrost for sponsoring the New Alchemy Contest, where this was a finalist. So (more…)

Museum Day

August 4, 2017

Great day with Jackie in SF checking out the Edvard Munch exhibit at MOMA. I didn't miss "The Scream." He's much more than that. I'm the last one to say anything remotely intelligent about art, but he packs a punch. He reminds me of Van Gogh with the colors he uses, not quite so (more…)

Night Shift

June 16, 2017

My friends who have read my latest have laughed and been sickened in a good way. Or so they say. At least they haven't disowned me or distanced themselves in some way. They're still standing by me, the few who admit knowing me, the freak who writes mortuary fiction with attendant details of the (more…)

Happy MLK Day & News

January 16, 2017

The day is sunny and bright and warm and easy. Martin Luther King, Jr. speaks from a mountaintop these simple words: "Love. Love each other more. You'll be all right." He is radiant.

Thank you, Martin, for giving your life to this belief in the power of love. "Open yourself up, and you stand (more…)

A Sweet Holiday Sketch

December 22, 2016

My friend the trash man wanted to know how I voted. "Guy," he called out to me in the gym. He calls me guy. He's a son of the dustbowl, child or grandchild of the original Okies. He's told me he goes back to Oklahoma, his family. He's got a weather-roughened face as if he himself (more…)

My Hospital Stay

December 2, 2016


This Thanksgiving didn't go as planned. I spent the day and night at Eden Memorial Hospital in Castro Valley after checking in for chest pains and high blood pressure. They wanted to observe me, so installed me in a private room with a big TV bolted to the wall--you know, standard hospital set up--where I watched an amazing cable channel program (more…)

Am I Dreaming?

November 12, 2016

This is the creepiest period I've endured in my 57 years as an American, creepier by far than 9-11, which was exacerbating, and scary, and also inspiring and strengthening, seeing the great national spirit arise out of the ashes. I speak of the unity, not the hate experienced by too many Muslims and Indians wearing (more…)

My Mistress Death and the Election

November 8, 2016

Just got back from voting. Jeez, you don't want to know about it. A few days before, I posed with my old friend La Catrina. I've known her for a long time. Perhaps she served as midwife at my birth, and cackled when I emerged squirming out of my mother's birth canal. She befriended (more…)