Jun 1, 2006

The alignment of things, or, where we'll go
I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where we'll go for our honeymoon. We'll swim. We'll be happy.
          - Estragon, Waiting for Godot

I was just hired as the crime reporter for Clayton's News Daily.

A nonfiction story of mine has been accepted by the lit. mag. VerbSap.