Thought I’d share an illustration I made for Adventures of Yvonne, which a children’s story inside of our novel, Ghosts of Saint Pierre. Yvonne is the little girl seated in the center of the boat, between her mother and her brother, Andre. They are on their way to board the …
Our latest novel in progress, tentatively titled, A Ghost of Saint Pierre, is a fictional biography based upon the real life of a man who left Saint-Pierre, Martinique a few short years before Montaigne Pelée buried the city in fire and ash, taking the lives of all of his loved ones.
It is the story of Duane’s grandfather, Joseph Paul Poncy, who as a young man in Saint Pierre was related to some of the richest and most powerful families of Martinique, families who built their fortunes off of the back of slavery and exploitation…
I have posted a few of my Cherokee poems. I may post some short stories and excerpts later. the long man grandfather, the Long Man, came down from the hills to the green valleys of the Smokey Mountains, where grandmother sent her love in the four directions, giving life to …
They say that life may have come to the Earth on a meteor kicked up from the Martian plains by some asteroid gone astray, or it might be the byproduct of star factories, churning out chiral molecules in interstellar space, to seed far flung worlds. If so, then where is …
As preparation for a presentation at the Eastern Oregon Word Roundup at Pendleton in late October, I am writing a series of essays about “Writing Native America” dealing with indigenousness, identity, and literary authenticity, the latter from the perspective of a publisher.
As those who have followed my earlier essays may know, my personal approach is strongly informed my the idea of “Creolism” as put forward by the Martinique philosopher, Edouard Glissant, as well as my own metis identity. I am hoping these articles will become a source of information for authors, especially those who might consider submitting works to our press. This first article consists of a slightly revised version on an essay I wrote several years ago, entitled “On Becoming Indigenous.”
The essay follows:
2666 is hypnotic and dreamlike as the author segues through the lives of dozens of characters, sometimes hilariously, and sometimes in a dark, twisted journey of horror.
