Apartment J – Fiction

October 1, 1993

“I’m the presiding mad-hatter gypsy freak… I’ve seen the ending… forget the beginning… and tomorrow’s so far away.”

Heroes Jargon – Column

September 1, 1993

From the mind of Clive Barker to the bowels of my trash receptacle comes Hyperkind. This one’s a real shame.

Wingnut – Fiction

September 1, 1993

She was spellbound, as if Beale was an exhibit at a freak show: The Nose Boring Boy. He had her total attention.

The Way Lizards Die – Fiction

September 1, 1993

This excerpt represents a time period approximately 145 million years prior to the present day, and covers a small, prehistoric sub-continent.

On the Wildside – Essay

September 1, 1993

What moves really slow, is kind of ugly and locks up tighter than a Roxbury liquor store? No. It’s not a hard-top CJ-7. It’s the Eastern Box Turtle.

Night – Fiction

September 1, 1993

Soaking through the pores… Engulfing entire rooms… Leave nothing… But silence.

Naked – Fiction

September 1, 1993

Standing naked… Defenseless and cold… Thinking of increasingly… Complex amounts of… Absolute nothing…

Junkie Funeral – Fiction

September 1, 1993

It’s in the blood, blood’s all through the body, in the skin. I bet, even if all your blood was taken out right after you shot, it would still be in your skin.

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