Browsing All Posts filed under »Confessional Self-Flagellation«

Where Meat Comes From

July 22, 2008


  I initially wrote the following piece of creative non-fiction in hopes of publishing it in Meatpaper, a neat little omnibus of meat-related writings. Its been a week and they haven’t contacted me, so I’m beating out the rush and giving up early. I might send it to Zyzzzyyvae, but the editor’s a bit of […]

Remembering Celeste

September 11, 2007


My friend Celeste Victoria died in the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. I try every year to make to remember her life, and to use that life to keep my perspective fresh. That day was a horrifying event for New Yorkers (as I was then, just completing my sixth year of life in […]

In Memorium to Helen Hill, Also Known As Chicken

January 7, 2007


This morning I was riding my bike to a coffee shop to get some writing done; there were a couple of kind of heavy things on my mind and I didn’t know where to put them. As I biked, I passed by two guys trying to push an aged Westfalia van onto Market St. and […]

Celeste Victoria

September 11, 2006


I posted the little piece below up on a website that claimed to be a memorial for those who died in the World Trade Center. A few minutes after posting, I noticed that it was little more than a right-wing propaganda site. I hate this world. In any case, I’m glad I put it out […]