Notes on my Max Beckley novels

(*Old Mill Road, Richmond Town – Photos by Joe) The most exciting thing about starting the novel process for me is that the impetus forms completely outside of my control. That is to say, I could never write a novel, but there’s something outside of my scope of understanding that can. In the beginning, silly, abstract thoughts form the basis for what I believe [...]

Chapter One: “God is Forgiveness”

 (Most Holy Redeemer Church, NYC - Photo/Photoshopped by Joe)   Chapter One      Late one morning Karl became aware of a subtle change in the air. He had been sitting in a car, stationed outside a Miami orphanage. Through the back window, he spotted a taxi that had just turned onto the street. An uncanny, [...]

Max’s Story

(Max Beckley – Uncredited picture Photoshopped by Joe) For way too long I’ve been yakking about how I wrote two books about Max Beckley’s plight. He’s a Revolutionary War soldier that was abducted during the Battle of Brooklyn by the same demons that haunt me now. I’m gonna share the first few chapters of the first novel. They are still a bit rough. The [...]

Inside Me

(Rockland Ave in Staten Island – Photos by Bald Punk) A violent storm two days ago had felled trees, power lines, and left many streets throughout NYC still closed. Driving in Staten Island to a job estimate, I exited the highway and soon after rolled into a traffic jam on Rockland Avenue. It’s a two lane road enshrouded [...]

Old Stone House and Prospect Park

   (Photos by Bald Punk – Old Stone House) After I finished posting THE IMMORTALS, my lady friend and I along with the pizza and Chinese delivery guys paid a visit to the Old Stone House. It’s at 336 3rd St between 4th and 5th Avenue in Brooklyn. I was there before, though this time I wanted to get some pictures for [...]

THE IMMORTALS

Being in the right place is important: mind, body, soul, and location. It’s not a guarantee of fame and fortune or riches–but doors will open, good and bad. For some, like the homeless man in LIFE IN TWO HOURS AND FIFTEEN MINUTES, he was at the right “place.” Near perfect in one sense, and in [...]