Riffle through the myriad scribblings of James Black: literary fiction, memoirs, editorials about what rankles or titillates him, essays, & scores of poems. Here by mistake? Exciting pornography awaits on almost every other website—mash your palm into the keypad, add “.com”, & watch the magic.
Suggested explorations:
Negative Space: Tacked awkwardly onto the end of a long-unopened file, ten years after writing it, I unearthed the first fiction I ever created. Strangely, I don’t hate it.
Reveal the Best of Me: How my cat twice saved my life. Featuring ODs, suicide attempts, a broken engagement, mass betrayal, & phantom limb pain.
Check, Please!: How to Dine Out, with plenty of examples of How Not to Dine Out. Begun in ’04, when I was 7½ years in; edited in ’08, after 12; finished in ’11, soul-dead in year 15.
I Am Trying to Break Your Heart: My personal ars poetica. Plus: Not as dry or lengthy as Horace’s. Minus: Not as quick & pithy as Archibald MacLeish’s.
Good Jeans: Written as a series of eulogies, & making any number of jokes at the expense of Schindler’s List, this is, no joke, about the difficulty of finding & keeping hold of a killer pair of jeans.
In This Twilight: On my fifteen-year, intensely intimate yet simultaneously non-existant relationship with Trent Reznor.
ses·quip·e·dal·ism[ses-kwip-i-dl-iz-uhm, ‐kwi-peed-l-iz-uhm]—noun1. The instantiation of a sesquipedalian word; the instantiation of a word a foot-and-a-half-long.Origin:1605–15; Latin sēsquipedālis: measuring a foot and a half (sesqui-, pedal) + -ism1873 F. HALL Mod. Eng. 148 “The era of galvanized sesquipedalism and sonorous cadences.”
Negative Space: Tacked awkwardly onto the end of a long-unopened file, ten years after writing it, I unearthed the first fiction I ever created. Strangely, I don’t hate it.
Reveal the Best of Me: How my cat twice saved my life. Featuring ODs, suicide attempts, a broken engagement, mass betrayal, & phantom limb pain.
Check, Please!: How to Dine Out, with plenty of examples of How Not to Dine Out. Begun in ’04, when I was 7½ years in; edited in ’08, after 12; finished in ’11, soul-dead in year 15.
Trying to Break Your Heart: My personal ars poetica. Plus: Not as dry or lengthy as Horace’s. Minus: Not as quick & pithy as Archibald MacLeish’s.
Good Jeans: Written as a series of eulogies, & making any number of jokes at the expense of Schindler’s List, this is, no joke, about the difficulty of finding & keeping hold of a killer pair of jeans. 
In This Twilight: On my fifteen-year, intensely intimate yet simultaneously non-existant relationship with Trent Reznor.
Magical Realism’s More Complete Mimesis in Poe’s Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym: For those with truly nerdish leanings, this paper puts forth the theory that there is a simple way to make sense of Poe’s Pym.