No, We Don't Have A Beached Whale Problem in Trout River, Newfoundland
Come and see the Whale!
Come and see the Whale!
I watched the Metallica documentary and all I got was this stupid overwhelming urge to interrogate how it made me feel or something
Sci-fi short; a withdrawal from a seed bank goes awry.
Unsuccessful competition entry. I was tasked with writing a crime caper featuring a lazy orthodontist. Good enough for a third honourable mention, apparently.
In another, closely parallel universe, I wrestle unsuccessfully with writer's block and personal hygiene.
Brotherhood is a complicated thing, and there's almost nothing lower than a bicycle thief.
I was invited to interview the singular Woody Harrelson a few years ago, while he was on a quest to bare his soul.
I had the hypochondriac blues but I shook them loose.