Sylvia Beach isn’t a place name.

The body of my work is only supposed to exist.

Back when things weren’t so crazy.

I didn’t hear what The New Yorker’s Editor yelled. I think it was “Warning, Will Robinson. Warning!”

McDonald’s Corp. does appreciate.

If you think Warren Zevon accented the last syllable of his name, you won’t understand Bob or Dylan.

The DIY Botox Kit: it wasn’t her

This kid has been tasked with the supervision of the writing of N3; call him “Redactor”.

Glamorous as Oregon gets.

I was in a Covid state of mind

You’re not supposed to be able to tell …if it’s all true.

Where a man has been, what he’s done, who can tell?

Some of these stories are better than mine. Can you believe it?

This staff photo is of a not-photo-shopped public offering.

I might characterize this as having been revealed to me by H.P. Lovecraft at a seance, but I will leave it to your good self to decide Dr. Pongtree’s authenticity.

Only slightly exaggerated rumors of my…

I’m not sayin’ I’m not tellin’ on myself

Cliff Notes’ War and Peace

The right way, the wrong way and the Navy Way. photo michaelafonso.com

…but, seriously, folks