Archive For The “Wild Dog” Category

Your Father And I Are Only Kidding, Honey

By |

Your Father And I Are Only Kidding, Honey

Honest to golly, my folks rushed us out of town a couple of days before Mother’s Day. “You’ve haven’t been here for the last twenty,” my mom said, “why bother for this one?” “This could be the last time we see each other alive,” I told my father, “I could go before you do.” “I’ll…

Read more »

It’s Not You, It’s Me

By |

It’s Not You, It’s Me

The man who has no memory makes one out of paper.  If you take notes, you might begin to notice some patterns.  1990ish. – JDW Most men, even in this comparatively free country, through mere ignorance and mistake, are so occupied with the factitious cares and superfluously coarse labors of life that its finer fruits…

Read more »

Seeing Is Seeing. Believing, That’s Something Different

By |

Seeing Is Seeing.  Believing, That’s Something Different

This report from the bowels of Amerika originally appeared in the premier issue of Wild Dog, the acclaimed literary magazine in the early 1990s.  Halcyon memories.  Ha! – JDW When I was a kid I often wondered if life was just one big practical joke being played on me. How did I know I was…

Read more »

A GOOD T.I.T.L.E. GOES HERE

By |

A GOOD T.I.T.L.E. GOES HERE

One Christmas, 1995 maybe, I returned from Honolulu to find the puppy dead.  Worst dog sitter ever.   Salmonella happens.  Same time I was offered a teaching gig at a prestigious writing retreat.   No surprise, nobody signed up.  Work so hard to remain unknown, can’t be shocked if you don’t cultivate a celebrity following….

Read more »

Hated To Leave But Had To Keep Going

By |

Hated To Leave But Had To Keep Going

Thinking this must be mid-summer, 1992.  The Wild Dog Tour.  Between heaven in a mad mansion and hiding in the wet woods. – JDW “He who sees everywhere the Self, in all existences and all existences in the Self,” we are told in the Upanishads, “shrinks not thereafter from anything.” Did he take a dump….

Read more »

Co-Authors Needed Before I Die

By |

Co-Authors Needed Before I Die

Attn: James Patterson – Notes which perhaps explain why his novel remains unwritten.  Barker had struggled with writer’s block but not really.  You either worked hard at your craft or you didn’t. He hadn’t.  Now he found himself looking through one ancient file after another. *** It’s not orgasm until the fat lady sings. An…

Read more »

Missing Barker Ajax

By |

Missing Barker Ajax

Each memory was brought to life before me and within me.  I could not avoid them.  Neither could I rationalize, explain away.  I could only re-experience with total cognizance, unprotected by pretense.  Self-delusion was impossible, truth exposed in this blinding light. Nothing as I thought it had been.   Nothing as I hoped it had…

Read more »

Wonder Woman Goes On Vacation

By |

Wonder Woman Goes On Vacation

  On The Loose, Feeling Out Of Place.   The little dog got up at dawn and searched the entire house.  No young redhead.  Who’s gonna make breakfast? Her dog awakes at dawn, that’s on the days the little bitch sleeps late.  Looks everywhere.  Young redhead still out of town.   Went to see Wonder…

Read more »

It’s Like Some Pornographic Magazine

By |

It’s Like Some Pornographic Magazine

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them – Jack Kerouac The old man had many identities. Several personalities will do that to you.  Just inevitable.  Especially if you spend most of your life avoiding the authorities. And he was on the road often….

Read more »

Wild Dog, Who Are You?

By |

Wild Dog, Who Are You?

“Welch is a sprightly fellow with (a) spunky mind” who “brings a critical eye and a fresh voice.” – The Washington Post. THE MAGAZINE. Boy meets girl and dog. Boy, girl and dog fall in love. Boy, girl and dog start magazine. Hiawatha Moscowitz wanted a newsletter to keep in touch with her many friends…

Read more »