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A Taste for Ants

By |November 1st, 2019|

A very small amount of his friend’s brain was on the playground. “Poor Michael,” our boy thought, as he ran up. A teacher waved off the children, wouldn’t let them get close, but there he lay. His friend had only now fallen from the top of the slide to the hard asphalt, and was lying there, a pained look on his face, but not pained enough it seemed to our boy, it simply wasn’t extreme enough an expression. Because his friend’s head was gosh danged cracked open, and a bit of what may have been his brain, or a [...]

The Soul of an Insect.

By |October 17th, 2019|

The insect moves forward, small steps tipping leaves across the forest floor. A continual search for sustenance and a continuous communion with God. It tastes the various colors of leaf, grass, and soil, taking pleasure in flavors of the season, complimenting and thanking the creator’s laying out, the fashioning, the discrimination, the scentings, and the choices in flora. The air swirls above, bringing more leaves, seeds, and fliers. Dancing spectrums of light move across the insect’s vision; it feels through the tips of its feet the life flowing beneath the forest floor. Root to root, tree to tree, all connected in [...]


By |October 16th, 2019|

When did silence become too loud for sleep? When did this quiet roaring begin in my ears? My dead mother's lament has become a repeated song in my dreams. The sound of water is rushing through my head, carving channels in memory, making flows and eddies of childhood doings. Rivers of regret spiraling into vortexes of self-remonstrance.


By |October 15th, 2019|

I love Andrei Tarkovsky so much. He made films that explore humans in such subtle, deep and revealing ways, that I can only marvel. Sci-fi that is about ideas, not special effects. Visuals that, pre-computer, rely on in-camera effects, and slowly, quietly, blow my mind. A love and concern with beautiful, reflective surfaces; mirrors, water, glass, the inside of people's heads. Different characters, played by the same actors, long, lingering takes, unconventional narrative structures, these are all just some of the things to love about this man's films. When I talk to people about my affection for Tarkovsky, I [...]

Pedro is good.

By |October 14th, 2019|

Pedro is good. People tend to stay away because it's mainly rocks on the coast, (except for Cabrillo beach, shhh). We're where the freeway can smell bad on approach because of the sewage processing plant in Gardena. It's not an island, but sort of. Like Galapagos the life here grows to rare large proportions, and grows a thick carapace. But we don't run rampant because we do have the presence of some predators. An interesting mix of ghetto and posh, old world families and new. Dirt and cleanliness. Bukowski and Dukowski. Bobby Brady and D.L. Hughley. Ambrosia [...]

Unpublished review of lost movie discovered in San Pedro, Ca.

By |October 14th, 2019|

Simon Dominic for Daily Variety November 20, 1933 An Unexpected Bend in the Tide Westward Valley Pictures and Nikkatsu. Directed by Roland Price and Jotaro Kurii; Cinematography by Helmar Lerski and Percy Hilburn; Documentary Footage by Marguerite Harrison; Written by John Grey and Austin Hall; Musical score by Murray Cutter; Choreography by Theodore Kosloff. In Technicolor Eleanor Salisbury - Anne Cornwall William Donnelley - Forrester Harvey Sir Oswald Stoll - Himself Aunt Maggie - Elizabeth Patterson Kenneth Alfred Western - Himself George Western - Himself Wee Georgie Wood - Himself Kenneth Barry - Elisha Cook Jr. Salvatore "Mustache Pete" Maranzano [...]