
Non-arrested Sky.
Walt digs to bury barrels.
Eyes closed Lydia.

Non-arrested Sky.
Walt digs to bury barrels.
Eyes closed Lydia.
No, not the betting kind, but the reading kind. On this wonderful warm New Jersey evening, I was invited to speak at a book club in Neptune. The ladies call themselves the Bookies, and they are voracious and intelligent readers. My deepest thanks to Shelly who put the event together and all the enthusiastic attendees who showed up to listen to me speak about my first novel.
(Photo credit: Dawn, my talented wife!)

Walt greets his neighbor.
Jesse flings blood from his car.
Hank and Walt, treading.
Thanks to all those wonderful writers who showed up last night! The conditions may have been unseasonably chilly, but we fired up the evening with great reading and great writing.
On Thursday, 7/25 7pm, I’ll be teaching a memoir workshop at the Bryant Park Reading Room. Details can be found here, and you can register for it here. It’ll be a mixture of lecture and actual writing, so sharpen those pencils!
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Stan’s going to Cali.
No, Don is going to Cali.
Sorry, I meant Ted.
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Chanel Number Five
that’s all Peggy ever wears
A vixen by night.
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Baby Dad Roger
brings a box of cranberries
to Smiling Apron.
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Draper’s shaking hand
turns a Hershey lie into
the life of Whitman.
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He has lost his wife.
He has perhaps lost his job.
But he’s found himself.
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Sally has nice digs.
Baby Don is monster Don.
Bob “Whitman” Benson.
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Benson’s knee of love.
Ted’s juice, Peggy’s mouse, Pete’s mom.
Sally sees comfort.
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Avon calling Joan.
California tripping Don.
Meet SC&P.
BooksNJ is happening! Sunday, June 9, from 1pm until 5pm. I’ll be on at 2:20pm until 3pm, for a panel called:
Writing as a Life Long Career: Reinventing Yourself
I’ll be on it with two other writers, Tracey Baptiste and Marion Calabro. If you are in the area, please come on by.
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