I have come to tell you all...

...I will tell you all.

Accelerate Us, My Muse, Into the Future!

Yes, I am also a writer.

Here are some of my publications-ongoing, and some of them are available to you on-line (just click on the title). Or you can download some of them for free! Do you like fiction, poetry, or non-fiction? Or perhaps you're interested in my favorite authors?

Pretty True

• A Critical Bibliography of the Hisatsinom (Anasazi). Unpublished mss., UCLA, ©1992. (A list of materials available on the Hisatsinom ancestors of the Pueblo Indians, on the Colorado Plateau; 700+ entries.) I have also published a hotlist of Hisatsinom sites on the web.
• A Critical Bibliography of the Hohokam. MLS thesis, UCLA, ©1993. (A list of materials available on the Hohokam ancestors of the Pima Indians, in Central and Southern Arizona; 350+ entries. You may download this entire book if your browser has the capability. 115K, Text Format.) You may also like my hotlist of Hohokam sites.
• Mi Vida Angelica Unpublished mss., unfinished. (Nobody knows what it's like to be me. Well, maybe you can guess.)
• A Tour of the Grisly, Bizarre, Simply Star-struck, and Perfectly Ordinary in Los Angeles, California Unpublished mss., unfinished. (A very long guidebook with a very long title. A geographical essay demonstrating why we deserve some kind of accolade, either for coming in first, or coming in last.)

A Grain of Truth

• Can't We Still Be Friends? Unpublished mss., ©1999. (Love poems for the lovesick, or just plain sick.)
• Has Time Run Out for Silver Lake? Unpublished mss., unfinished. (You spent your whole life looking for love, friendship, rock music, drugs, sex...and you ended up in Silver Lake. These poems are for you, idiot.)
• A Portfolio for the Not-Yet-Jaded. Unpublished mss., ©1994. (A collection of my best "juvenilia", from 1983 to 1993. I had to grow up somehow. You may download these poems. 109K, Text Format.
• Scream at the Librarian. Booklyn, ©2007. (Downtown Los Angeles is so cool...so hip...then a madman jumped in front of you and began SCREAMING!) This book is available as a chapbook and and a limited edition, handmade hardcover. Illustrated by Raymond Pettibon and Cristin Sheehan Sullivan.

Not Very True at All

• The Bathtub; Or, Adios, Hollywood. Unpublished mss., unfinished. (A week in the life of screenwriter/actress Barbara La Marr, the first Southern Californian to make it big in the movie business, and one of the first to die of it, January 1926, R.I.P.)
• Castellammare. Unpublished mss., ©1989. (A photographer and a poet confront the end of youth and the beginning of the Eighties in a mansion high above the crumbling Pacific Coast of Los Angeles.)
• A Girl and Her Cat. Unpublished mss., unfinished. (The sordid tale of two young women who participate in a ghastly revolution in California during the early years of the 21st Century, as told by witnesses.)
• I Rode With Bonnie and Clyde Unpublished play, unfinished. (Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow disappeared between July and November of 1933. Where did they go? Suppose they hid out with a distant cousin, arguing about Death and God while Bonnie worked on her poetry and Clyde cleaned his guns. Just suppose.)
• The Memoirs of a Hollywood Asshole Unpublished mss., unfinished. (You never liked the police, especially when they kicked in your door and arrested your girl for beating you up. A collection of short stories about a bunch of dimwits getting too drunk and ending up in bed with each other, not based on my personal experience.)
• Supporting the Homeless. Unpublished mss., ©2002. (The Art Scene in Los Angeles declares war against the System. Unfortunately, the System is just a bunch of winos sleeping in the streets outside their Downtown lofts. A Bildungsroman that even a critical theorist at Cal-Arts can love.) Click on the title to read the first chapter.
• Tales of Love, Madness, Death and Surreptitious Cigarettes from the Arizonans. Unpublished mss., unfinished. (AKA The Arizonans. It was a dark and stormy night. Cotton farmer Elisha Knight tells the stories of his family, from their arrival in Phoenix in 1900, through wars and tragedy with tequila-laced comic relief, up until the opening of the Aqueduct in 1993.)
• The Tragic Fall of Barrington Hall. Unpublished mss., unfinished. (Take two-hundred college students at the University of California, Berkeley. Teach them radical politics and enticing sexual positions. Season liberally with every type of drug available to man. Lock them in a dirty, roach-infested apartment building from the turn of the century. Sit back and enjoy.)

The Other Truth

I've devoted my other career to my fellow writers as a librarian in Literature and Fiction Department of the Los Angeles Public Library. We've created two excellent annotated bibliographies on-line, the California Fiction Database and the Series and Sequels Database. You'll discover my smart-ass commentary deep within.

Of course, I know a few writers up close and personal. Take a ride to Paris, for example, and enjoy the scenery in Nicolas Richard's Week-End en Couple. Or take a thrill ride with Mark London Williams' Danger Boy. David Del Valle will be happy to camp it up at Camp David.

Among my other favorite writers is the late, great Philip Kindred Dick. Click on the picture to transport yourself to a dimension created for him by another loving fan...or subscribe to alt.books.phil-k-dick. I am also much enamoured of Mr. J.G. Ballard, who is still quite alive and writing. He wrote the blistering High-Rise and the sexy Crash, both charming accounts of late 20th-Century life; he also survived a remarkable period of imprisonment and scavenging during his adolescence in Shanghai, China, as described in Empire of the Sun. Yet another favorite writer of mine was Jan Kerouac, daughter of the Beat writer; her own autobiographical books Baby Driver and Trainsong are two of the best adventures on the wild edge as anything ever writ. Other faves of mine are poor Richard Brautigan, red hot Anais Nin, clever Alfred Doblin, sweet Sandra Bernhard, smart-ass Bertolt Brecht, street-wise Sarah Schulman, hilarious Tama Janowitz, and last but not least, that devil Henry Charles Bukowski, R.I.P. Here's a toast for my contemporary and muse, Danielle Willis, poet, wherever she may wander, clink!