Posts Tagged ‘Ray Harvey’

  • The Wind, The Water, And The Blood

    October 12th, 2018 | Gap-Toothed Girl | journalpulp | No Comments

    A chocolate-brown spider sat with pie-eyes in the center of her web. A silken egg-sac was slung beneath. The web hung like a miniature trampoline under the eaves of the house, the strands of gossamer flickering lilac-to-lavender in the soft breeze and the fading sunlight, a twig snagged like a chicken bone in the web. […]

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  • Trailing Behind Her Like Pixie Dust

    October 10th, 2018 | Gap-Toothed Girl | journalpulp | No Comments

    Buy me, motherfucker! (Please.) He was not injured seriously — a hairline fracture in his left wrist and a mild concussion from the fall — but in the hospital, he developed a lung infection, which then turned into pleurisy. The doctors therefore kept him. They swathed his whole midsection in a thin and foam-like pre-wrap […]

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  • The Energy of Life, An Innate Impulse to Animation

    October 3rd, 2018 | Gap-Toothed Girl | journalpulp | No Comments

    Purchase, please. The next day broke breathless and raggedy for Dusty May, who on that breathless and raggedy day was initiated into the mysteries and intricacies of the dance and ballet. This was the day Dusty learned among other things that her straight legs and her limbs — which were long for her size — […]

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  • What Will Your Theme Be?

    September 28th, 2018 | Gap-Toothed Girl | journalpulp | No Comments

    Own me. Chapter 47 In the room of toys and dolls, a ponderous panda sat with open arms on the polished wooden floor and stared lifelessly at Dusty with big button eyes the same color as her own. He had a pink tongue poking out a smiling mouth and was flanked on either side by […]

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  • The Path of the Just is as a Shining Light which Shines More and More Unto the Perfect Day

    September 22nd, 2018 | More and More unto the Perfect Day | journalpulp | 6 Comments

    This is a repost from some time ago — the most articulate and thoughtful and heartfelt review of this book that I ever received, from a wonderful person I’ve never met and with whom I barely communicated, and that was a long time ago: I finished reading Ray Harvey’s More and More unto the Perfect […]

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  • Lillian Leitzel, Mara Campos, And Dusty May

    September 9th, 2018 | Gap-Toothed Girl | journalpulp | 2 Comments

    Lillian Leitzel, four-foot-nine-inches tall and weighing in at a whopping ninety-eight pounds, acrobat, strong-woman, circus performer for Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey, was born January 2, 1892, in Breslau, Germany. She died in the hospital February 15, 1931, in Copenhagen, Denmark, two days after falling during a live circus performance. It’s reported that Lillian […]

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  • When It All Came Apart In a Violent Physical Explosion

    September 7th, 2018 | Writing | journalpulp | No Comments

    She felt a hammer blow deep inside her body, and then there was a dull pop that sounded to the audience like a ghastly thud. The integrity of her left ankle gave way the moment just before she went into that final series of fouettés. The ankle snapped and her foot flopped the other way. […]

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  • Gap-Toothed Girl: The Full Novel (with new scenes) [UPDATE]

    August 22nd, 2018 | Gap-Toothed Girl | journalpulp | No Comments

    UPDATE: She’s live. SO much went into her. Please consider buying. Gap-Toothed Girl was first conceived several years ago, on a warm and windswept summer night, and she has undergone a number of permutations — until, at last, she grew into this somewhat philosophical creature, which goes to press in a few days. If you’re […]

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  • Gap-Toothed Girl (Part 2)

    July 11th, 2018 | Fiction | journalpulp | No Comments

    [Read Part 1 here]   Part 2   One dark December day, when Dusty May was eleven-years-old, a strong-looking Latin youth, perhaps twenty-seven, muscular and cross-hatched with facial scars, who was part of a roving carnival and who was manning one of the games Dusty was playing, asked her in rapid Spanish, and with a […]

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  • Angry Dirty Water: The Uncompahgre River

    May 23rd, 2018 | Reservation Trash | journalpulp | No Comments

    Along the western edge of Ouray, Colorado, and sourced some 12,000 feet above at a lake called Lake Como, there flows a greenish-yellowish-reddish river named the Uncompahgre River. The word is pronounced un-COME-pah-GRAY. It’s a Ute Indian word that means “dirty water” or “angry water” or “red lake,” because mountain minerals color the water, as […]

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  • Pockets of Pure Utopia in These United States

    May 13th, 2018 | Reservation Trash | journalpulp | No Comments

    Did you know that in present-day America, there exist many, many isolated pockets of Utopia? These are places wherein healthcare is 100 percent free. Where housing is fully provided by money that pours freely in. And food as well is provided. In these Utopias, everyone has access to education, and education, too, is 100 percent […]

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  • We are the 99 Percent

    May 2nd, 2018 | Reservation Trash | journalpulp | 2 Comments

    You’re part of the ninety-nine percent, you say. What of that? Your status isn’t fixed, and you are not stuck there. You’re free to work your way along the spectrum — as, indeed, most people do. You’re free to run clear up to the top percent — as, indeed, many people do. Your motivation and […]

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  • Sacred House of the Human Spirit & the Meaning of Life

    April 24th, 2018 | Reservation Trash | journalpulp | No Comments

    She drove him six hours into a small mining town in eastern Nevada, near the Utah border. During the drive he told her what had happened. She listened intently but did not speak. A green-colored half moon hung low in the sky, the horizon beneath it a band of xanthic light which glowed like something […]

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  • Indian Privilege and the American Dream

    April 23rd, 2018 | Reservation Trash | journalpulp | No Comments

    The American Dream is a dream of aspiration. It is a story of striving. But it is more: It is a dream of breaking away from the pack. The American Dream is the freedom of each person, regardless of race, sex, sexual orientation, color, class or creed, free to pursue her or his own life […]

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  • “Another Form of Collective-Tribalism — Of The Most Barbaric Kind”

    April 22nd, 2018 | Reservation Trash | journalpulp | No Comments

    The Indian who visited Kristy at his work was tall and thin and handsome. He had very white teeth and a kind smile. He was middle-aged, clean-shaven. His polished shoes gleamed like obsidian. He wore a black suit-jacket and a navy-blue necktie, his thick hair cut high-and-tight. “You’re Native,” the man said. “Yes,” Kristy said. […]

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