Before we start the second volume of ‘Bu House next week, please enjoy the exciting last 3 episodes of Volume One. Darrell Vickers is the Master of Twisted Tales….
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Darrell Vickers – The Last Three Chapters of ‘Bu House
Posted in Serialized Book with tags 'Bu House Chapters 11 - 12 - and 13, book, Darrell Vickers, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, segarini on January 15, 2019 by segariniDarrell Vickers – ‘BU HOUSE CHAPTER TEN: HOT DUCKITY-DIG
Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags 'BU HOUSE - CHAPTER SEVEN 'BU HOUSE - CHAPTER TEN, book, Darrell Vickers, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, segarini on December 11, 2018 by segarini
Once again, comfortably ensconced beneath a swayless palm, Tiberius continued to supervise the divinely dictated duck dig when lo! His singular and irrefutably great noggin received a cosmic command so powerful; it would have flambéed the occipital lobe of lesser prophets.
Chef Tom – The Humble Dumpling
Posted in Opinion, Recipe with tags Chef Tom, Chef Tom - Chicken and dumplings, comfort food, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, dumplings, food writing, foodies, Hipp Kitchen, home cooking, Nepalese momo’s, Poptart, San Francisco, segarini, Tamale on December 8, 2018 by segarini
Dumpling. The name says cute, like the word dimple. Dumplings are comfort forever, doughy and soft as a pillow. No one eats a dumpling and stays mad. Wee floating clouds, swelling as they soak, holding onto their savory juices like a secret. Dumplings are cushions of custard, content to bathe in a creamy-sweet vanilla-scented bath, just a little bit longer please.
DARRELL VICKERS – CHAPTER NINE: CRIME AND A WHOLE LOT OF PUNISHMENT
Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags 'BU HOUSE - CHAPTER NINE, book, Darrell Vickers, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, segarini on December 4, 2018 by segarini
To some, the rising sun brings the promise of all that is possible. It bathes the world in light, warmth and hope. Birds joyously sing in tribute to its wondrous quotidian arrival. Church bells peal in celebration of a new day being birthed. Cranberries pretty well don’t do anything at all – but they’re the exception.
DARRELL VICKERS – ‘BU HOUSE: CHAPTER EIGHT THE WAGES OF SUN
Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags book, Darrell Vickers, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Remove term: 'BU HOUSE - CHAPTER SEVEN 'BU HOUSE - CHAPTER EIGHT, segarini on November 27, 2018 by segarini
The noonday sun was not so much a “red and ruby chalice” as a “brain-cell deep fat fryer.” While the weather where the ocean meets the land is as cool and refreshing as a mermaid’s breath, the temperature rises one degree for every foot you step eastward from the PCH. By the time you reached the Cult Mansion, you could smelt base metals in your hat. It was so hot, people were envying Jeffrey Dahmer’s fridge victims. It was positively molten.
Roxanne Tellier – My City Was Gone
Posted in Opinion, politics, Review with tags Big City. tent cities, DBAWIS, digital world, elite., gentrification, globablization, high tech, Living for the City, Montreal, New York, San Francisco, segarini, Tellier, Toronto, Vancouver on November 25, 2018 by segarini
“Living just enough, just enough, for the city.”
The Big Cities of the past weren’t for everyone. In the hardscrabble days when I was growing up in Montreal or in Toronto, a city rat could always make ends meet, somehow, some way. There was always that neighbourhood where you could find a deal, that part of town where, while it might not be pretty, but, be it ever so humble, you could find a place to crash if you were short of dough. Or a place to score if you wanted to get high. You might not have a Rolex, but you could find a knockoff for a couple of bucks.
Darrell Vickers – CHAPTER SEVEN BREAKFAST IS SERVED!
Posted in Serialized Book with tags 'BU HOUSE - CHAPTER SEVEN, book, Darrell Vickers, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, segarini on November 20, 2018 by segarini
Horses and vegetables of infinite shapes and nutritional values intermingled with disembodied breasts and flaming Les Paul Guitars. The sun, the moon and various vivid paint colors swirled into Peter Maxian collages of hypnotic but amazingly affordable beauty. The inchoate universe was a big bubbly celestial puddle of primordial stars and galaxies and… a poke in the ribs.
