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Articles
Fucking Hot
Seven Steps to getting it on in the tropics (or if the AC breaks down in summer)
Prose
Dr. Ludd
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A short futuristic drama on the etherealness of e-mail, performed by The Broccoli Project in Spring 1999 in Poetic License III:Reality Sandwiches.
Available in HTML: Dr. Ludd
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How real is reality, how virtual virtual reality?
Despite the similarities, I swear I wrote this before I'd even heard of The Matrix. There are hidden subtleties for people familiar with some old-school computing...
Available as a PDF:
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The Reality Book
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Not all fictional characters started out that way.
This is largely based on a real event that did happen in New Orleans during Y2K...
Available as a PDF:
The Reality Book The Umbrellas
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The city life versus the rural life... is one better?
I wrote this for a creative writing class many years ago. I've moved on in many respects in my writing, but you can see in many of my pieces the conflict played out here between progress and nature, city and pastoral, tech and luddism...
Available as a PDF:
Umbrellas
or why I learned to stop worrying and love the information superhighway.
Poetry
Stretched too far
A haiku from DC
Old Hope Bus Route
The only poem I wrote during Peace Corps
Dancing
From the whirlwind summer of 2000, a short but metered piece that has survived.
Stars
The oldest poem I still let see light of day, Stars treats one of my earliest experiences with atheism
Metaphor
A short haiku on writer's block.
Salsa
A short poem from after a long night of dancing.
Mirror
There was an earlier incarnation of this poem, but then someone bet me that I couldn't write a sentence that meant the same if you read the words backwards or forwards. This poem was the answer.
You Want The Sun
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This villanelle wraps together a lot of disjointed experiences I've had while swing dancing. Chances are, if you've ever swing-danced with me, you get a mention somewhere.
Waterfall
No, really. It seriously is about a waterfall.
Comedy
Book of the Wombat (submissions)
Back in the heady days of the usenet I was an avid reader/poster to alt.religion.wombat, and wrote the Red Herring Scrolls. Archives of these fine works seem to be disappearing, so here are the archived Alt.Religion.Wombat files