D’Angelo is a novelist and short-story writer. He studied philosophy in the Western tradition, and has travelled widely. His particular interest is South America. His current project is a novel, Leaping Lizards.
[ fiction - june 07 ]
"He had a camelkind of sheepytype head with bananaform ears he could almost fully rotate, and his mouth was full of apple-splitting teeth."
[ fiction - january 05 ]
A short story about travelling.
[ fiction - june 04 ]
"So... this bird's crew watched her twitch and flail, and then not - and they all moved out. They called the ambulance people who came for the corpse, and after a grace period of some hours, they moved back in."
[ fiction - march 04 ]
"I pull up outside BDG, among the riders, lying on their bikes in the rain, like belly-up lobsters in leather and kevlar shells. Limbs too numb for walking, lips too cold for talking, they're waiting for their hours to clock out, get dismissed, or to get a parcel that goes their way. "
[ fiction - january 04 ]
"Across the roundabout outside my building lay the local latehour discobar. Two bouncers, big white guys, their shaved heads tiny as zits on massive shoulders, skanked entrance fees on the strength of an afterhours' licence."
[ fiction - november 03 ]
"As I mused how pleasant it could be if she'd try to appear even a little less evidently mad, she looked to me to say, 'I love you when you're like that,' she said. 'Wha'?' thought I, 'W-w-what did she mean by this word she used?'"
[ fiction - july 03 ]
"Bonzo is a kind of joke name for a dog, a name from silly 1940s adventure stories. The creature simply answered to that name amongst the many thrown its way. That's my tune, it said, I'm a Bonzo. Yeah. Such is the cast of this story, such are the agents of destiny. They are puppets to obscure energies, sheathing gloves for dark forces, our little furry friends, the Quick and the Stuffed."