I’ve been trying to design a series of book covers for the novels I plan to publish via kindle and possible print versions using createspace. Here’s one series using art by Francis Picabia.
My grandparent’s sent me a church pamphlet once lamenting the passing from decorum the dialectal (or black) humor. Amos ‘n’ Andy sure could shuck and jive. Those black people are some of the funniest folks I have known, I’ll never forget the way that Benny kid used to cut up in my humanities class. Knee-slapper. Continue reading “Swashbucklers ~~ Andre Breton”
“A new suit? Who’s this white girl tat has you so sprung?” Ned asked Jordan, as Jordan admired himself in the bathroom mirror.
“I told you she’s just a friend.”
“Man, man, man. You got women out the woodwork. Poor little Sophia’s calling every day and that other chick, Freak Mama Mary calls looking for you and all you do is act moony and mope over this new chick.”
“Sophia knows I’m busy working on my thesis.”
“Yeah, you busy. Had the car washed, your hair styled, a new used suit, flowers… please, you busy in love.”
“Ned, as usual you don’t know what’s happening.”
“All right, then you don’t mind if I ask Sophia out?” Continue reading “Swashbucklers ~~ Jervey Tervalon”
Curled fetally on the sidewalk,
facing the wall,
back to the street,
sleeping bag pulled up to his dirty blue collar,
one smooth chocolate hand flailed out,
fingers hanging from a limp wrist,
sleeping soundly on his cardboard futon
Yesterday, I was feeling pretty low. I don’t think it had anything to do with the rain, though a little sunshine might have motivated me to exercise more, possibly stay off some of those nasty brain chemicals. You know how it is.
I will say that there is nothing stupider in the world than automated sprinklers in the rain. And yet that’s how many of us seem to be running our lives, slaves to routine. Maybe we should all record ourselves and listen to the tapes.
I was looking forward to a few friends coming over to watch a documentary film called Shut Up Little Man. Continue reading “Jimmy Jazz ~~ Captain’s Blog 68”
when I stood before him with my hard-on
I took refuge in this Catholic school.
I was going to learn to play Continue reading “Swashbucklers ~~ Douglas A. Martin”
I have been in a period of study, reading, deep focus, trying to re-engage the habit of writing in my personal journal. Much to the detriment of my blog and webmag. I’ve decided to throw off the homemade version of PE and adopt the power of wordpress. Hope you enjoy the new look and the power it will give readers to comment and engage with the content of Pirate Enclave.