Posts Tagged ‘Ray Harvey’

  • 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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  • “You Disparage Wealth Who Have Never Known Poverty”

    April 21st, 2018 | Reservation Trash | journalpulp | No Comments

    You disparage wealth who have never known poverty. You disparage cleanliness and health from a tower of health and cleanliness. Let me tell you something: Poverty which is neither sin nor vice is also neither noble nor good. Poverty is hardship. Poverty is sickness. Poverty is misery. Poverty is death. The words well, weal, and […]

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  • Breaking Away from the Pack: a Philosophical Story about Human Striving

    April 15th, 2018 | Reservation Trash | journalpulp | No Comments

    On a lovely spring day in Southern California,2009, a young man with blue-black hair and dark skin arrived late and winded at the starting area of a much-anticipated track race. A small breeze blew down from the north and a whisper of lilac laced the currents. The young man was of Navajo stock. He had […]

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  • Brain Damage and the Daredevil Too Slippery to Hold

    April 11th, 2018 | Writing | journalpulp | 1 Comment

    ______________   On a lovely spring day in Southern California, 2009, a young man with blue-black hair and dark skin arrived late and winded at the starting area of a much-anticipated track race. A small breeze blew down from the north and a whisper of lilac laced the currents. The young man was of Navajo […]

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  • Autumn

    September 9th, 2017 | Poetry | journalpulp | No Comments

    Summer dies. The long days wane away. The heat in the sky melts like lead to liquid pools. The hills beyond are baked as white as clay. Now creep in the gentle autumn ghouls Trailing their silken shawls of a Lethe- an mist. Shadows warp, gourds enlarge. And now what is always there but not […]

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  • How to Write a Story

    May 29th, 2017 | How to write a novel | journalpulp | No Comments

    Here’s how you create a setting: One hour before nightfall, on a pink-and-blue evening in the third week of August, 2011 … Here’s how you create a character: a solitary man traveling on foot … Here’s how you introduce a situation: entered the small, tree-shadowed town of Clifton — an isolated village about which many […]

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  • How to be Unforgettable

    April 25th, 2017 | Whiskey Wisdom | journalpulp | No Comments

    Most people are boring. Not you. Why? Because you broke away from the pack a long time ago. You’re a different breed — a dog of a different color. You cultivated the black art of individuality, learned the art of personality. You became brilliant. People argue about your modesty. She does things differently, they say, […]

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  • Putting the Cock Back in Cocktail: Have You Heard the Story of the Hot Rod Lincoln?

    Putting the Cock Back in Cocktail: Have You Heard the Story of the Hot Rod Lincoln?

    December 19th, 2016 | Bartending | journalpulp | 2 Comments

      The Sudsbuster He was one of the mellow, the soft-spoken, the tawny-haired — one who preferred to be alone. His name was Mark, a dishwasher at age 45. He was a drifter, a loner. He valued his freedom above all. Dishwashing jobs he could always find. Our paths crossed and re-crossed at the Café Claire, where […]

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  • The Brightest One In The Bar

    December 14th, 2016 | Whiskey Wisdom | journalpulp | 8 Comments

    You can spot her from a mile away, the smartest one in the bar – or, if not quite from a mile, nonetheless from very far. She doesn’t necessarily think of herself as smart. Still, her brain is carefully crafted – self-crafted and stylized – like a work of art. Her eyes are alert and bright and lively. They twinkle. She’s […]

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  • Whiskey Wisdom: 5 Bullshit Notions That Will Suffocate Your Wild Potential And Kill the Living Beast Within You

    October 16th, 2016 | Whiskey Wisdom | journalpulp | No Comments

    Answer this honestly: How often do you undermine yourself? Answer quickly: How guilty are you of self-sabotage? If you’re anything like most, the answer is approximately “a lot.” The following are five bullshit notions bartenders often hear that would kill the living beast in anyone: 1. You’re not smart enough Then educate yourself. As you […]

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  • Gap-Toothed Girl

    October 5th, 2016 | Writing | journalpulp | 2 Comments

      Chapter 1   Tournament night in a sweltering Las Vegas stadium, and the girl with the gap-toothed smile stood bleeding in her ballet slippers. The sodium lights of the arena lay upcast on the low-hanging sky above. There was an electrical charge in the air: a crackling undercurrent that came neither from the lights […]

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  • Putting the Cock Back in Cocktail: I Wish You Love

    August 24th, 2016 | Bartending | journalpulp | No Comments

    In bartending, as in life, the fundamental things apply. And time goes by. Thank you for watching.

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  • The Book of Dog: One of Us?

    July 5th, 2016 | College of Subversive Knowledge | journalpulp | 6 Comments

    If Dog had a name, what would it be? Brought to you by the College of Subversive Knowledge. Subscribe!

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