Alexandria Heather

November 10, 2019

Art by Alexandria Heather

Alexandria Heather – Spooky Action at a Distance – Review

March 7, 2005

With vocals, two guitars, bass, trumpet, sequencer, tribal drums, and three to five screen projections, it’s a performance lush with unusual sounds.

Prelude to a Lick – The Editor’s Rant – Column

February 1, 1997

If you have no lover, your sucky Valentine’s Day means that you’re a loser. Or at least single. They’re the same thing from an evolutionary standpoint.

My Snot – Fiction

February 1, 1996

He was violent (check), stupid (check), prone to fits of melancholy (check), hopelessly depraved (check), sexually frustrated (check), and shallow (check).

I Need These Things to Kill Me – Fiction

February 1, 1995

My favorite women are the ones I used to fight with. Out loud or to myself. There weren’t many but they were strong.

Mate, Spawn, And Die – Fiction

February 1, 1995

Valentine’s Day is mating season, a thinly-veiled lie that hides the urge to copulate. A mating ritual passed down through the ages like a genetic disease.