Icon, Divas, and Hoes – Fiction

October 15, 2003

As a highly-compensated taker of the national pulse, I decided to let rip a page out of the New York Times playbook, it being an icon of news journalism, and retained the services of an unkempt, boorish, flatulent but capable and unpaid intern.

Eat, Drink, Sing, Wipe – Fiction

January 1, 2000

“Grak, me get bluebird mating call stuck in head again.” And Grak, having found himself absently humming bluebird songs to himself, understands.

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.