Unabridged

Henry reading feedback on his last story ”No Rainbow.”   A history professor from Columbia wrote that the story left him hanging and...

Henry in a different room, using different type-set, superstitious and wondering if he could write? He was on a roll— his last 4 stor...

Henry in a different room, using different type-set, superstitious and wondering if he could write? He was on a roll— his last 4...

Henry lounging on the balcony of his 10th floor apartment in Queens, watching the parade of stiffs going to work below on the...

Henry in his apartment, sitting, looking at his lap top and thinking he wanted to eat.  He ordered a bowl of potato-leek so...

Another day another story.   Days of Heaven, Johnny be good, Henry in his apartment on Thursday afternoon, he could...

Henry’s last story, “Easy Boulevard” only 50 hits at Busted on Empty—busted flush, a clinker.   Siting in a booth at Chaim’s ea...

The drill was the same, plugging into You Tube, putting on headphones, formatting Text Edit, setting the caps— American Typewri...

Henry’s last story “ A Peculiar Vision” was written in March— four or five months ago. In the dry time Henry thinking daily or ...

Henry looking at photos in a lazy way, breezy, feeling lovely, gazing the work of great photographers.  He liked photographe...

Henry thinking—holy fuck come on people! Nobody reading his stories @ Busted on Empty anymore— Henry’s last two stories o...

Henry drunk some, at it again, listening to the Rolling Stones, junked on beer. Lately, unable to write without a drink, needin...

Good luck Henry plenty of juice, gassed, feeling warm inside.   Sunday afternoon, laying in a bed, room dusted with white en...

Henry’s cell phone didn’t ring much. In the day (some day, in some time frame, most likely in the past) a phone call often lead to ...

Henry,feeling beastly, burning up inside, cravin, dope, junk.  Did u see the film, “Night of the Iguana?" The Rever...

Henry laying in bed at 6 am, just awake from a dream. He dreamed he was a full-blown narrative writer who worked at it.  ...

Writing, creative writing is like herding cats. Unlike a homework assignment for wayward Henry—the stuff surfaced when it was good an...

Henry the huckster  — eyes wide open running a hundred miles a hour into the freak show, eyes wide open.  He didn’t have anything...

sucks, but here it is— Henry’s in bed, listening to Freddie King on a colored radio station somewhere in Georgia— slow-moving Texas ...