Bowie’s Still Sexy, On Or Off The Cigs. But The Cigs Were Pretty Great.

When I was in university — even as recently as law school — I had friends who lauded the pleasures of smoking. They would go in groups to backs of buildings, cigarettes in tow and I would say, “I kind of wish I was a smoker,” and they would say (and did), “It’s f–king great.”… Continue reading Bowie’s Still Sexy, On Or Off The Cigs. But The Cigs Were Pretty Great.

In Praise of the Verbasizer, Or at Least Random Words Of Inspiration

Realizing the deadline for a short prose contest is Monday, I sought out random words for inspiration. Last year when I entered this competition I wrote a story about an ailing dog envisioning his own death. (I didn’t win.) That story came, like anything I consider creative in my own… exercise-of-putting-prose-out-into-the-world… from an image, or… Continue reading In Praise of the Verbasizer, Or at Least Random Words Of Inspiration