My Other Works

Besides the Artaud-Desnos saga I have written another novel (being considered for publication), as well as short stories. Unlike the Artaud-Desnos saga, these are written for recognition and profit as well as for adventure and discovery. They vary in genre and cross over into literary but they probably all belong in the “weird” category. My inspirations are Shirley Jackson, Vladimir Nabokov, and of course my teacher who I’ve never met, Antonin Artaud.

Published works

Read my latest short story “Mad Dog” at Haunted MTL.

Read my short story “My Pet Trilobite” in Ricky’s Back Yard based on a real-life sideshow fraud.

Read my short story “The Death of the Dinosaurs” in Ricky’s Back Yard based on Ken Ham’s Creation Museum.

Other published works: “Don’t Ask” in Profane Journal, “Selfie” in Deadly Quill, and “Passover” in Sprout.

Unpublished works

Read unpublished papers at my Academia.edu webpage.

Coming Soon – Published Nonfiction

Fanfiction – An Archive of Our Own

I wrote a sequel to the film For Your Eyes Only entitled “The Return of Emile Leopold Locque,” dedicated to the other actor who is a great inspiration to me, Michael Gothard

Welcome to My Other Writing

  • From Book 3: Portrait of Antonin Artaud

    November 27, 2019 by

    This is based on research of course, but it’s eerie how much I guessed before it was confirmed by research.             He was not what I expected, even after all these years. I discovered there was always more to learn about Antonin Artaud. Like me he experienced sudden vertigo, especially at high places but also… Read more

  • From Book 3: Mexico and Trotsky

    August 4, 2020 by

    Days later, when I again visited the studio, Artaud had the gall to tease Sonia and me in front of Anita about knowing how to show an attractive young lady a good time on her first visit to Paris. When Anita in her effervescent voice demanded the details, Sonia threw a bottle of ink at… Read more

  • From Book 2: Escaping the Police

    July 31, 2020 by

                Hands tore at me and I threw my fists out blindly, making contact with eyes and cheeks. The air cleared and I crawled onstage. Now Breton was nowhere to be seen. I hauled Desnos up by the arm. Holding his handkerchief against the flow of blood, Desnos stumbled in the direction I shoved him… Read more

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