Prose Seeking Hebrew Teacher 7 Jan 20228 Jan 2022 I am seeking a Hebrew teacher. I lived in Israel in 2018 and 2019, obtaining an advanced intermediate level of Modern Israeli Hebrew in the process. I abruptly left the…
Prose The Rabbi (the Ninth Chapter) 23 Oct 202010 Jan 2022 Sorry, maestro, I haven't been writing lately. I've been giving up caffeine and nicotine. I look forward to continuing my account of the days after my second drug binge today.…
Prose The Illuminati (the Eighth Chapter) 24 Sep 202029 Dec 2021 All right, maestro. We finally got through the song dialogue between me and Noah van Ouwerkerk. Maybe you didn't enjoy reading it, but for me it was important to try…
Prose The Fall of the Angel (the Third Chapter) 25 Jun 202031 Dec 2021 Maestro, it's not hard to say why I went to the sex shop at that time. It's hard to explain what happened there and in the days that followed. Going…
Prose At Home (the Second Chapter) 15 Jun 20201 Jan 2022 You already know I was a member of the Christian church for a long time. I was specifically Anglican. But you also know I hate the culture of religion. Regardless…
Prose The Exit (the First Chapter) 2 Jun 202031 Dec 2021 Maestro, in my previous email I sent you a list of songs entitled “The Electrochemical Girl”. Did you listen to it? I want to tell you the story behind it.…
Prose Noah, Part Three 16 May 202031 Dec 2021 I’m writing to say that it’s time to let you go. I’m sure the tribes of the church of hatred will click their heels and jump with joy at those…
Prose The Letter 3 Apr 202031 Dec 2021 No prince of poetry or prose has ever conjured the words that describe what I need to say to you now. I’ve checked. Yes, you are forgiven. No forgiveness has…
Prose Noah, Part Two 28 Mar 202031 Dec 2021 The ancient wizard ambled slowly and deliberately down the coil of stairs that lined the inside of the stone walls which formed the skin of his remote spindle of a…
Prose Noah, Part One 27 Dec 201931 Dec 2021 The day’s December melancholy draped the hills and streets in the form of an omnipresent mist accented with drizzle. The traveler’s refuge was the festive environment of a Starbucks rather…