I was Dish Pig, my lot to scrape, wash, polish, repeat. No customer interaction for me, save for pouring Mr. Evans’s Guinness pint.
War Pint! – Editor’s Pick
Only Sharks and Punks – Editor’s Pick
Joe told me that they chained him to a hospital bed so he wouldn’t escape. Flight risk. Young male. Tested positive for COVID-19. It seemed so unlikely. What were the chances? And that’s when I realized that they were pretty high.
Inspiration from the Other
While studying wildlife biology at the University of Georgia, my required reading consisted of Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring, Aldo Leopold’s Sand County Almanac, and a wide array of scientific journals. And yet I found myself more interested in Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Kafka, and Dickens. Yes, even David Copperfield was more thrilling than sorting through statistical analysis of the visual spectrum of white-tailed deer.
A Blemish In My Love Affair With New York City
We wandered the city heading towards Rockefeller Center to see the Christmas tree
While I carried my ancient 35mm Voigtlander stopping frequently to take pictures
When I spotted my only wealthy relatives across the street
Forget Fitzgerald, Be You
New ventures tend to inspire misplaced confidence, so when I set out to write my first story, I felt that I could do exactly what Fitzgerald had done. In retrospect, it wasn’t the worst idea––if his prose grasped my attention like that, then surely, if I wrote that way, my stories would hold readers too.
The Grass Is Always Greener
Henry had heard that dinners at Porter’s College were always a pleasant affair, but it seemed that he had somehow misunderstood the fundamental definition of ‘pleasant’.