N.J. Toll Hikes…Again?
We want higher tolls. We want to pay sky-high prices to get into New York. We love our sky-high property taxes. And surely, take well to getting walloped hard at the gas pumps over and over.
Sarcasm, Whit and Maybe Truth
We want higher tolls. We want to pay sky-high prices to get into New York. We love our sky-high property taxes. And surely, take well to getting walloped hard at the gas pumps over and over.
I have contributed to quite a few of the magazine’s past issue now and am very proud to see my name, interviews and even fiction featured in the mag.
In yet another show of amazing taste, the powers-that-be of UK’s venerable, and quite fantastic, PROG magazine have allowed me…
In yet another show of amazing taste, the powers-that-be of UK’s venerable, and quite fantastic, PROG magazine, have allowed me to contribute to their opinion-piece Paperlate, column.
When it comes to fiction, I am primarily a short fiction writer. I either do not have the skills or patience (or both) for a longer form story, a novel even.
What if someone curated a special group of artists to create a special dual event…one where a small audience of people (45 or less) gets to experience an amazing performance while being filmed as a show for an upcoming streaming series?
The place really is super cool, expansive and nestled in a very cool spot not all that far off of Rte. 78 in the New Jersey Highlands, where the vistas can be quite amazing, really (see I have been telling you N.J. is beautiful!)
So, I am damn proud to make Clifton Merchant Magazine with my buddy, Joe Swarctz, the illustrator of our Echo City Capers children’s books series, in a mention the magazine gave us (see the pic).
N.J.-native Wise, as his press attests, “connects his youth to his current evolution on explosive new release” sharing a “dedicated passion for both genres” (that’s techno and metal), “while mixing them together with care,” on his new EP The Fire Within.
At the Wind Creek Event Center, part of the Wind Creek casino/hotel complex in Bethlehem, PA (a mere stone’s throw from my home environs), Mr. W. gave forth a wonderful hour and a half of music and story last Thursday.