Notes on Three Dog Night Singer Cory Wells — This is an ongoing series of my raw, unpolished thoughts about the biography book project I’m working on about Cory Wells, founding member of the hugely popular classic rock band, Three Dog Night. As one of the most prominent and visible members of Three Dog Night, Cory Wells was also…

A poem — I awake from dreams of alien sexuality “This weird enough for you, big boy?” I wake in fright KNOCK, KNOCK A man in a motel room alone Reduced to my animal core Neon sign glows in the night mist outside KNOCK, KNOCK Electronic fog creeps in through the cracks…

A Trip Through American Rascality: Gambling, Booze, & Crime from Vicksburg to Vegas — “They delight in their present low, lazy, sluttish, heathenish, hellish life, and seem not desirous of changing it.” — Rev. Charles Woodmason, 1766 “Violence is as American as cherry pie.” — H. Rap Brown America has got to start being honest with itself. I’ll be honest. I really didn’t see…

Flash Fiction — The law is hell law. And we’re its keepers. Hells are what the squares and holy rollers call gambling halls. Gambling hells. I guess they thought that was clever. It suits us nonetheless. Us is me and my associate Viktor Clementine. He’s a Russian and I don’t know what he’s…

A short story about two young gamblers — So we’re there driving through the paved streets of the Old West and Damien’s yelling to girls from the passenger window and he’s drinking from a flask and I’ve been taking swigs here and there while “Love Fuzz” by Ty Segall plays on the radio. The only thing standing…

Short Story — Some people are crazy enough to follow their dreams… — Idy wanted to call it OPERATION: STAR CRAWL. Valissa thought it sounded too menacing. Cal said nothing, his hand gripped firmly on the wheel, smirking under his dark shades. “Our Vision is not one of menace…” Val preached as they roared down the California desert highway in the stolen…