About
My name is Claude-Robert Policart. I am a writer and an artist from Brooklyn, New York. I graduated from Pratt Institute with a BFA. My passion, however, always rested on being a storyteller.
"In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine."
I speak French, Spanish, Portuguese, Russian, basic Japanese, and German. I used my talent for languages to show my art in Angouleme, France, Tokyo, Japan, Stuttgart, Germany, Toronto, Canada, and New York City. I exhibited my art based on characters inspired by dreams. Those dreams sparked my desire to write stories.
People often refuse to believe that the inspiration for my art stems from my dreams—but they do. I see characters when I sleep, and I convert the visions of these bizarre worlds into stories. Yet here we are.
The dreams that fueled my imagination also sparked a desire to become a Writer. I retired from the NYC Police Department in 2006 to pursue my lifelong passion.
I decided to go to graduate school. I began to study for my master’s degree in the Writing Program at Johns Hopkins. I joined the Baltimore Police Department and became the Valedictorian of the 2023 Police Academy class. I developed a few novels while I attended the program: Goat Knuckle Bones, The Rattle of the Cage, and The Stormers. I chose Goat Knucklebones to be my Thesis project.
This site is a brief introduction to the project. Goat Knucklebones is about Timmy unraveling the secret of the Goat Knuckle Bones before uncanny forces stop him from fulfilling his promise to his wife.
"You don't start out writing good stuff. You start out writing crap and thinking it's good stuff, and then gradually you get better at it. That's why I say one of the most valuabel traits is persistence."
Goat Knuckle Bones
Timothy Phillips is a 75-year-old widower who works in Brooklyn in 2065. He is a security guard in automated taxis. Timmy worries about his rent for the car, which is late as he drops off a client with twin boys. The client leaves, and when he checks the back of the car, he notices green smoke. The boys disappear, forcing him.
Timmy parks the taxi and goes to the bathroom because he has prostate cancer. He goes to Nathan’s Famous in Coney Island and sees a girl about to be run over by a gang of motorcyclists. He saves the girl only to realize that the girl has vanished, leaving behind green smoke and after having given him a paper bag.
Timmy decides to go home only to realize that the cab’s owner because his rent was late. He takes the subway home and meets a boy on the subway who warns him about meeting the Schwarze Sonne and the Hyäne. The boy also vanishes, leaving behind green smoke, but also opens a doorway for a supernatural being, a green boy named Malaach, to contact Timmy.
One of the aliens, a being of static electricity, from the beginning of the story contacts him, and when Timmy doesn’t acknowledge the alien uses the body of a homeless man who had died on the train a week prior as a bomb. The human-bomber explodes as Timmy reaches the last stop. Timmy gets to safety and goes home. Once he arrives at his home at three in the morning, he finds the paper bag that the girl from Coney Island had given him. Before he can open it, two Detectives knock on his door. He tells them to buzz off and closes the door. He opens the paper bag and finds a relic, the Goat Knucklebones.
For the rest of the outline, please contact the author.
A Sample of GKB
A sharp pinch stabbed Timmy's bladder for what was not the first time. He winced.
"You have a good night," he said.
Karen slammed the door, and he rechecked his watch.
"Twenty minutes to midnight." He sighed with relief. "Time to drain the lizard."
He just wanted the night to be over—to pay Valentin off before midnight, to go home, grab a six-pack of Heineken, and watch old videos of himself with Tomomi while he wore nothing but his underwear. He did, however, follow protocol and checked the back seat. While he never wanted to deal with Karen again, he needed to be sure she had not left anything behind. His stomach sank when he craned his upper body toward the back seat. The twins were still there.
"That miserable..." Timmy swore aloud. "She left her kids behind."
He opened his door and placed his hand on the car's roof. Suddenly he stopped short. Neon pink, green, and yellow washed over the bobbing heads of people herded together. The amusement park dazzled; its brilliance blinded him. He took a second and shook it off. Squinting, he zeroed in on her location.
"Ma'am," he called, "you forgot you forgot your kids."
Scowling, Karen veered in his direction. Her glare lanced daggers at him. Gas bubbles erupted in Timmy's stomach.
"Leave me alone, you creep," Karen said.
"But I'm just trying to–"
Karen bolted away, flailing her arms in protest. He took another look in the back seat of the car. The children had disappeared. Green smoke swirled in their stead. Perplexed, he wiped his face with his hand. Where had they gone? He scanned the area for twins. No luck. He spotted Karen again, but she was alone as she stepped onto the sidewalk and blended into a sea of bodies.
Twins don't just disappear. Timmy thought, scratching his head. Maybe she's right. Maybe I'm just a crazy old creep who is losing his mind.
The alarm on his watch buzzed.
Seventeen minutes to midnight, he thought. His bladder ached again, causing him to lean forward. "How in the hell? Where in the hell am I going to find an open bathroom on July Fourth?" he said.
More to come soon...
Built with Shorthand