Darryl’s Journal

Gemini: Never Alone

She caught him walking across the quad and yelled, “Hey, you!” The boy looped an index finger back at himself, gesturing and mouthing, “Who, me?” “Yes, you.” She marched toward him with the assertive flair of a third-year theatre arts major. “You stood me up last...

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Our Thing

Over a bottle of Ram’s Gate 2009 Syrrah, they talked about the earliest event in life that each could recall. The host surprised himself by how far back he could reach, further than the others. He remembered a time when he wanted to match words to things, when he...

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Racial Dialog: Listen Up

It annoys me when Variety and The Hollywood Reporter refer to screenwriters as “Scribes.” The trade papers call directors “Helmers,” which is to say the captains of great vessels. They call actors “Stars,” glittering bodies in the firmament. But for writers they...

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This Is Your Name

Their mother read them the note their father left taped to the hot water heater at the foot of the cellar stairs, only moments after she read it to herself. Though some things become lost in the folds of memory—the name of that classmate once loved from afar, a short...

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Heat Deflectors

The parking lot at the Camelot doesn’t have much tree shade, and it was 115 degrees that Saturday afternoon, which was her true reason for going to the movies in the first place. The palm trees offered little shade and the fonds could fall on your car with no wind at...

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Tom Mix: the E-Book

This is the cover of the e-book edition of "Tom Mix Died for you Sins." I like it much more than the original. A new e-book edition of "Andoshen, Pa." is due to drop soon. I'll post that cover, also better than the original. Good job, Speaking Volumes.

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Cuban Rum, Cuban Music, Cuban Love

“It’s a good omen,” she said, but that’s the only kind of omen she ever saw. Trevor envied that in her. He saw only the other kind. He was young then, trying to find his own voice, to get out from under the influence of great writers. They were in Havana, their first...

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A Man, A Dog, and A Fat Boy

I put my helmet on the bar and ran my fingers through hair in great need of a cut. I was wondering if I had another hundred and twenty miles on a Fat Boy in me. Tomorrow would be the Fourth of July, not a good time to ride a bike. An older couple were at one end of...

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Harry and Louise Make a Sex Tape

It is never too late to make a bad decision. At 82 and 76 Harry and Louise decided to make a sex tape. Technology had, in fact, advanced beyond tape, and beyond Harry’s comprehension. Harry had argued for a sex tape back in the days of VCR, when Louise’s body and...

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Jackson Pollock: The Final Tally

As it turned out, Jackson became the most famous of all American artists.  His rise was fueled by the good graces of one influential art critic and one rich old woman, who convinced him that what he was doing were paintings.  It followed that he took a...

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“It Is What It Is”: The motto of our time

“It is what it is” is a valid observation in any situation, irrefutably, but as a motto in life, as adopted by the Pennsylvania North Schuylkill High School Class of 2019, it’s an odd choice, except as a class prank. It is what it is, nothing to be done about it....

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Tom Mix: Western Hero, Fallen Star

This is the cover of the eBook reissue of my 1975 biographical novel. The book was originally commissioned by 20th Century Fox in conjunction with Delacorte Press. They wanted a writer who could write a book and then adapt it to film, and at the time I was one of a...

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The Screenwriter’s Other Dilemma

He wanted to talk to me like a Dutch uncle, but he was too young to play uncle to me, Dutch or otherwise.  “This is a business of relationships,” he said, “you get to know people, establish  rapport, go to their parties, their kids’ bar mitzvahs, you support...

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Roseburg: Shots Fired

I knew that place. I remembered it as a nice town, friendly people, rained a lot. I stopped there once on a motorcycle trip from Seattle to San Francisco, and felt good enough about it to stop again on my way back north. I called a barber from the motel but it was...

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Splitting 8’s in Reno

I sat third to the deal, until a new guy sat down to my right. I took little notice of him. I had the brim of my hat lowered to eye level to block out the dealer’s mouth. He’d been running his stand-up routine, based on the accident of his birth, like most other...

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4ver: Love and Hate in the Digital Age

Herewith, the entire text: “Dayvid: U lost a good thing 4ver. Bye bye u troll/tool. Bus left! Now u can do whatevr u want with whoevr. U were never right 4 me or u would have been there, so there u go. Theresa.” I had no Theresa in my contacts. The texter's ID was a...

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“I’ve written a baker’s dozen of novels and if I’m no longer burning rubber I’m still firing on all eight cylinders.”