Posts Tagged ‘Ray Harvey’

  • How to Make the Perfect Gin Martini

    How to Make the Perfect Gin Martini

    August 14th, 2014 | Bartending | journalpulp | 15 Comments

    The Perfect Gin Martini: This is Part 8 in our Putting-the-Cock-Back-in-Cocktail series: Don’t forget to watch the Carpet-Licker and the Cosmo. And Getting Numb with Rum.

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  • Update On Pale Criminal: Over 6,000 Downloads In Five Days

    Update On Pale Criminal: Over 6,000 Downloads In Five Days

    October 3rd, 2013 | Pale Criminal | journalpulp | 5 Comments

    For all who have been kind enough to ask about Pale Criminal, the first phase of my book re-release — via Kindle Direct Publishing (i.e. KDP Select) — is over, and I’m happy to report that it was more successful than I’d imagined it would be. I tallied a total of 6,322 downloads. I was […]

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  • Putting the Cock Back in Cocktail (Part 4): Whiskey

    Putting the Cock Back in Cocktail (Part 4): Whiskey

    March 13th, 2013 | Bartending | journalpulp | 15 Comments

    Whiskey — or whisky, if you prefer — is a distilled spirit that’s usually made from corn, rye, barley, wheat, or, very often, a cross combination of some or all those. Whiskey is almost always aged in wooden casks which almost always consist of charred white oak. The word “whiskey” is an anglicized version of […]

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  • Autumn

    Autumn

    October 4th, 2012 | 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 as white as clay. Now creep in the gentle autumn ghouls, Trailing behind their silken shawls of Lethe- an mist. Shadows warp, gourds enlarge. And now what is always there but not Quite […]

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  • Tell Don’t Show — In Which We Endeavor To Demonstrate That Narration Has Its Place

    Tell Don’t Show — In Which We Endeavor To Demonstrate That Narration Has Its Place

    September 27th, 2012 | Storytelling | journalpulp | No Comments

    He was the only child of middle-aged parents, a miner-turned-truck-driver named Neil and Neil’s wife Angela, a half Cherokee lady of rare beauty whom Joel loved with all his heart. He grew up silent, a silent child, pale and skinny but healthy. He brought coal from the shed to the stoker. He took out clinkers. […]

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  • Boy At A Bridge: Spring And Fall

    Boy At A Bridge: Spring And Fall

    May 31st, 2012 | Poetry | journalpulp | 6 Comments

    Spring Watching the wind unwind off the river’s face Creates in him a feeling he can’t quite name. Intently he stared into a corrugated Pool of jade, hearing (but not) its musical Slop and heave, the sousing waves. On either side Of him, a corridor of cottonwoods flank the river Into its bight: like lime-green […]

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  • Twenty Questions

    Twenty Questions

    April 24th, 2012 | More and More unto the Perfect Day | journalpulp | No Comments

    The following was composed by an astute reader: 1. Does it seem as if Joel is living entirely in a world of his own devising? Or does the external persistently intrude? 2. What is the primary point-of-view in the story? When — and why — does it change? 3. “The unraveling of a riddle is […]

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  • Haters And Their Mail

    Haters And Their Mail

    March 29th, 2012 | More and More unto the Perfect Day | journalpulp | 11 Comments

    A reader writes: Dear Sir: We read your book for book-club and I found it boring and reprehensible by turns. Between your endless descriptions and your philosophizing, I caught myself wondering, who would write such things? Who would publish such things? And there should really be a warning of what is to come. The book, […]

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  • Forever Yours

    Forever Yours

    March 27th, 2012 | Poetry | journalpulp | 2 Comments

    He trudged into the desert, taking almost nothing with him but water and a ghost- ly old photo of a lady beside the ocean. That first night, he lay above a dry creek bed. Below, he heard vipers moving through the sand with a side-winding motion, and he did not sleep. He’d grown obsessed with […]

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  • Putting The Cock Back In Cocktail (The Lost Footage)

    Putting The Cock Back In Cocktail (The Lost Footage)

    March 11th, 2012 | Bartending | journalpulp | 18 Comments

    Bartending for blood? Or putting the cock back in cocktail? You decide. The following footage (which is glitchy in spots) was sent to me by a thirsty artist: It’s always a little unnerving to see yourself in action, but I thank you for watching.

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