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Kilgore Was Here

“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.” (Introduction to Mother Night) “All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental.” (Timequake) For years, I’ve taken to reading an author’s works in chronological order. The better I get as a reader, […]

A Haiku and an Interview

In the midst of new baby, new house, new life, and new writing projects, I decided to enter a haiku contest for the Centennial National Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington, D.C. Some people may smirk at the form, but I’ve been seriously reading and writing in the form for a […]

McClurg goes all-city, for a few blocks anyway

Around Birmingham I’ve noticed more street art than I’ve ever seen. I’m not referring to the hard-to-read “tags” or graffiti that have been common in most cities since at least the ‘80s. Tags are basically someone’s name or nickname reproduced, sometimes as incomprehensible as some metal band logos. (Having some […]

Digging Up Bones

Or maybe “Skeletons In the Closet.” An old bone won’t have much meat on it and if it’s too far gone, it won’t make a good base for a stock either. Going through an old notebook last night, I found a brittle femur that I’ll offer up in a second. […]

A Failure to Communicate

You can read a recent short story of mine here. The story started as a dream script that I would present to Jan Svankmajer, one of my favorite directors. In a way, my attempt was to give an interior monologue to a puppet or character in a stop-motion film. Much […]