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Today I heard from another fan who just finished reading the new, revised draft of my book, Narcisa. Reading their comments, I realized they were almost overstating the obvious in their observations of the protagonists as ”dysfunctional” human beings. Duh. But that kinda got me to thinking… ; The question this book attempts to answer […]

Renowned Tattoo Artist Jonathan Shaw Publishes First Novel.

A JUNKIE’S LAMENT Took a walk down the street the other day, just to get out of this clammy solitary cancer ward of cold sweats and heroin tears for awhile, seeking release from these creeping drooling walls and the hideous memories they whisper incessantly. But as I walked along I felt that people were staring […]

HOME AT LAST by Julia Chaves-Shaw (translated by Jonathan Shaw) It all started on a strange Tuesday. A grey strange day, one of those days that feels like a Sunday, even though it isn’t. Raining out and me trapped inside with my mother in an apartment the size of a oversized walk-in closet. Shit. Her […]

Here’s another excerpt from Jonathan Shaw’s long-awaited, soon-to-be-published memoir, Scab Vendor – Confessions of a Tattoo Artist. http://greatvines.com/buy-viagra-real “The writer is the Faust of modern society, the only surviving individualist in a mass age. To his orthodox contemporaries he seems a semi-madman.” — Boris Pasternak “Once I’d gained a certain ‘credibility’ at the Free Press […]

 After days away from home, some weird homing instinct has suddenly brought Jonathan back to the house for a change of clothes. It’s three in the morning. As he approaches the big silent white mausoleum, he pictures Doris and Len sleeping inside like a pair of mummies in an ancient tomb. Tripping his eyes out […]

Come celebrate 25 years of La Luz De Jesus Gallery in Los Angeles. Opening reception Friday and Saturday October 7th and 8th, followed by Part 2 on Friday and Saturday, November 4th and 5th.  Click the photo for details. webmd officila site

Mexico– A song of the Caribbean fading and a rusted burned out car shell laying under the sun in a lot of weeds behind the house. A fly buzzing around my head but too lazy to bother me much. A fly will meet his spider eventually, they always do. And a hammock swings in the […]

2AM Saturday night, Buenos Aires.

Lost in a rancid late night whirlwind of saggy asses and rock hard smiles, my friends upstairs shaking up the night, the tired parade is running out of fun. Tired of the sad old games and lopsided insecurity. I lost my eager young cab driver somewhere in that horny crowd and ended up back in the other whorehouse with the gringo again.

4AM

As the gringo and I waited for the Red Lady to reappear, we spoke of God and manifestation. Surrounded by butt ugly old fuck monkeys,

Went to the Gold Bar with the gringo but he wasn’t feeling it. No speeky spany. I spotted my little firework girl from Saturday night among the blinking Christmas lights and tacky plastic decorations. We were about to go upstairs for an hour of cheap fireworks in the saggy little bed, but the gringo needed […]

Journal Entry, Buenos Aires. The innocence of the lambs, the shattered glass in voices, the screams of anger and dizzy despair behind the words. Dragons and demons behind the terror and joy, the hot dog goes down, spiritual chiropractic, men in suits come and go come and go. Don’t criticize. No mind, no thinking. Breathe […]

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Rock bottom in America. Sitting in a third-rate L.A. titty bar on a rainy winter night a few days before this Christmas of the Apocalypse. “What the fuck in Jesus’s underwear am I doing in this wretched hell pit, sitting beside some chubby-faced, capuccino-slurping plastic Hollywood Satanist?” I think as the next nightmare parade of […]

SCAB VENDOR — CONFESSIONS OF A TATTOO ARTIST A SELF-PORTRAIT by Jonathan Shaw BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – Suicide Prevention Sitting all alone in the big empty crumbling penthouse apartment in Hollywood, Cigano looks out over the same old shitty view of Los Angeles, sprawling like a giant barren cancer ward of wretched memories, all […]