My debut collection of short stories, "this life," is out now. You can find copies in NYC at St. Marks Book Shop on Third Avenue between St. Marks and 9th Streets. You can also purchase "this life" online through Barnes and Noble . More stores to come.
Photos from UNSHACKLED, the early release party for "this life." ..
Delivered on the concrete floor of the Hacienda to the strains of “Spellbound,†dj doriana is the bastard child of the late Tony Wilson and a hard-up groupie whose golden era passed away with Keith Moon and Sid Vicious. She was whisked off to America’s sunny southland at an early age and fed sweet peaches and cream. Eventually landing in the Big Easy for a year, doriana became a young scrapper, collecting the lunch money of five parishes to fund a year in Europe. Hobnobbing with the Russian mafia gradually lost its charm, despite the generous servings of quality vodka and caviar. Paris, Stockholm, Berlin, Rome- none held as much allure for her as New York. Arriving with a golden westward breeze, doriana set up a small flat in the East Village, entertaining her riotous guests with cheap parlor tricks, clever shadow puppets, and, of course, danceable tunes. Her official coming out in New York society was at Plan B for the debut of the Urban Gypsy Circus in August 2005. She currently DJs a monthly party – APOCALYPTICO – at B-Side. And in her spare time, she writes…
Is out now! Check for DJ gigs, readings, and news on the WEBSITE.
Every day, people make decisions that alter their lives forever. Whether you believe in God, fate, or simply external circumstance, the truth is that a choice and a matter of seconds can transform your world.
From abandonment to a career change to murder, life takes its toll. Follow this life through trials and tribulations and you might find a little bit of your own life.
"Fear had kept me with him. Not the fear of what he would do if he found me, because he would probably never bother to look, but the fear of what would come next. If my uncle left me bleeding and he left me broken, how would i ever survive anything more?
But what came next left me with no options. Fired again, he came home after finishing at least a bottle of whiskey in a rage. The bottle then broke one of my ribs and left the rest of me black and blue and bleeding. He finally passed out while i plucked shards of glass from my arm. i tied him to the headboard and packed a small suitcase. i had never looked back.
i had never looked back until…"
Excerpt from "this life." Copyright 2007 by doriana.
