Down on the Farm – Part III – Fiction

January 1, 1999

“He’ll be the only one,” he said. Then he let out a laugh that sounded like coarse-grain sandpaper against a steel door. “You know how to swim, don’t you?”

The Night Chicago Died – Fiction

November 1, 1998

Street level new music, which had previously been delightfully profane, had been rudely adopted by sacred operatives. Nothing could ever be the same.

Immortal Combat – Fiction

November 1, 1998

I’m still not ready to get started on my great American novel, but the idea that I might be someday keeps me chaste from all sorts of pagan influences.

Forty in ’98 – Fiction

September 1, 1998

The function of institutions is to provide a comfortable context for perfect strangers from different walks of life to work together for a common purpose.

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