Which ‘Book’ Exactly?

Prospero’s book.  From Shakespeare’s The Tempest.  In Act 5 Scene 1, Prospero vows to give up magic, his powers and spells, and his records of this: ‘I’ll drown my book’. I’ve always been intrigued with contrasts, with opposites, the yin-yang, the duality of so many phenomena that propel the universe.  And language.  Growing up, Pop made admission to nightly television a writing exercise.  He would hand out notepads and pencils to us kids assembled in front of the set.  For each show we watched, we had to summarize the story in our own words.  I found it rather rote, so I quickly began to improvise alternate endings, new characters, and dialogue. No, this didn’t charge me with some deep appreciation for writing, or composition, or the beauty of the language, or the majesty of metaphor or irony, as much as the value of ripping off Hollywood writers’ plotlines. Sometime around then, I was sent home early from school for the act of presenting an essay which apparently resounded sufficiently among my classmates and teacher that the principal was summoned to our homeroom, right at that moment.  Again, I read aloud, from what I don’t remember, other than the subject was ‘responsibility’.   The  class stared at me, dumbstruck, then the applause and yelps of glee rang out.  The principal wrote a note to my parents and sent me packing with my composition.  My first half-day off.  With pay(!)

Meanwhile, at home, I got to read the same piece again to the singular audience of my mother.  At the conclusion of which she hugged me, broke a small glass piggy bank and handed me the proceeds, and followed all with a fat, fresh slice of double-chocolate layer cake from the fridge and a cold glass of milk. I should have held out for a smartphone.  I watched the joy in her face as I ate my reward, counting my coins on the table-top, not at all inspired by the power of the proper arrangement of the written word on fellow human beings, and mothers, as much as the importance of North American Serial Rights, a lesson that would serve me years later as I mined the very lucrative resale market for stuff that I wrote.

My writing and photographic experience came from the earlier work I did for Popular Science, Popular Mechanics, and Better Homes & Gardens.  More recently, my fiction, non-fiction, photography and graphics have appeared in these publications:

  • Agave Magazine
  • Apeiron Review
  • Arcadia Magazine
  • bohemianizm
  • Bartleby Snopes
  • Cactus Heart
  • Cheap Pop Lit
  • Chicago Literati
  • The Coffeelicious
  • Crab Fat Magazine
  • Crack the Spine
  • Dark Matter Journal
  • Dirty Chai Magazine
  • eFiction India
  • Far Enough East
  • FIVE:2:ONE
  • Foliate Oak
  • Gambling the Aisle
  • Gravel Magazine
  • Hayden’s Ferry
  • Jersey Devil Press
  • Loco Magazine
  • matchbook
  • Marathon Lit
  • Medium
  • McSweeney’s
  • Mojave River Review
  • Mud Season Review
  • Necessary Fiction
  • NewPopLit
  • North American Review
  • Olivetree Review
  • Per Contra
  • Petrichor Review
  • Pithead Chapel
  • Points in Case
  • Prairie Schooner
  • Prick of the Spindle
  • Razed
  • SmokeLong Quarterly
  • Stoneboat
  • Storyacious
  • Thin Air
  • Thought Catalog
  • theNewerYork
  • Typehouse
  • Up the Staircase
  • Utter Magazine
  • Vestal Review
  • Vine Leaves

Beets, Three Ways – Bartleby Snopes
Three Milks – Cheap Pop Lit
Existential Hurricane Watch – Chicago Literati
Nine Steins on the Matter of Light – Crab Fat
To Play’s the Thing – Crack the Spine
Palus Job Indigo Wind – eFiction India
What Smith Knows – Far Enough East
Bono Sapiens – FIVE:2:ONE
The Cuban as Food – Gambling the Aisle
Take Me to the Pilates – matchbook
The Breathing Game – Marathon Literary
Keeping Up With Cait – Mojave River
The Garden Sky – Necessary Fiction
Crash Tested – New Pop Lit
Solo Sapiens – North American Review
Secret Valley Birds – Per Contra
Tennessee’s Woman – Prairie Schooner
Your Lazarus Dream – Storyacious

Creative Non-Fiction

Godzilla Movies – Crack the Spine
Other EpiPens – Crack the Spine
The Paleo Diet Cars on Mars – Dark Matter
The Ambien Variants – Five:2:One
Self Driving Cars – Gravel Literary Journal
The New Activist – Gravel Literary Journal
Bitches Be Like 5 Seconds – Jersey Devil
An Ice Cream Headache – Loco Magazine
Other Tiny Houses – McSweeney’s
DeNiro & Trump – Medium/Coffeelicious
The Rape Kit Fail – Medium/Coffeelicious
What Drug Names Mean – Medium/Coffeelicious
When Dogs Can Purr – Medium/Coffeelicious
The Roomba Variants – NewPopLit
Nirvana Griddler Manual – Points in Case
Life From Space – Points in Case
19 Ways to Get Rid of Aliens – Points in Case
8 of the Hottest Burkinis – Points in Case
Games of Clones – Points in Case
New Antifa Groups – Points in Case
Woke Gear – Points in Case
Viewer Discretion – Points in Case
Seuss Seats – Razed
Author’s Page – Thought Catalog
Bake a Bone – theNewerYork
Da Vinci’s Other Code – theNewerYork
GMO Calculator – theNewerYork
The Lotus Eaters – theNewerYork


Qualm Water Pier – Agave Magazine
Life Ring JailTres Shade – Apeiron Review
Mixed Media – bohemianism
Orange-Blossom-Florida – Cactus Heart Press
LinesSole Ring Trace Frosch – Crack the Spine
Pumphouse – eFiction India
Gallery – Foliate Oak
Cast Chain ♦ Augur  One Fish – Gambling the Aisle
2014 Forms – Gravel Literary Journal
Series – Hayden’s Ferry
Flagirl Troutzilla Core  Corde – Mud Season
Skull, Flood, Ducks – Olivetree Review
Boots-Florida – Petrichor Review
KilnyaSlice – Pithead Chapel
Gallery – Prick of the Spindle
ReefSpecie – SmokeLong Quarterly
Featured Artist – Thin Air
Two Photos – Typehouse
Series – Up the Staircase
Chaz Avios – Vestal Review
Terns, Bliss – Vine Leaves

Graphics & Mixed Media

Surf | Verde – Gambling the Aisle
Bazooka No – Gravel Literary Journal
TV-MA-LSV – Chicago Literati
Azul (Paint) – Petrichor Review
Future Wine – Stoneboat
GMO Calculator – theNewerYork

Writing – Fiction & Not


I’m not a graphics artist, more a graphics designer. Maybe just a stylist. Whatever. During years of web design, I developed these passable skills out of the necessity of completing projects on time and on budget, and not have to wait on the schedules of other talent. But I do like illustrating my writing with visuals that will enhance the experience for the reader, that are the narrative as much as the words and photos. Uh, huh!

Contact me:  dp(at)davepetraglia.com