The carving at Stone Mountain. As a soon-to-be old white guy, I’m here to say, our time in the sun is rapidly coming to a close. Oh, don’t worry, a lot of us will still have most of the money and a good deal of the influence, but our days of throwing our weight around, … Continue reading Old White Guys
In the 1970s, in Atlanta, there was a run-down theater at the corner of Peachtree and Ponce called The Fox. It was apparently built earlier in the century as a Masonic Lodge, but became an entertainment venue, which showed movies and held live shows. By the early 70s, it had fallen on hard times and … Continue reading Fox Tower
From A Shropshire Lad by A.E. Housman.
Endorsed by the National Coalition of Amateur Forensic Pathologists.
Cover artwork for Words Words Words, compiled works.
I'm collecting all my essays and non-universe stories into a single collection, due out the first of next year. Here's my current cover conception.
Lisa Summers came to Atlanta from Columbus, Georgia to attend Spelman College and went to work for Bickering Plummet right after she graduated in 1994. Highly qualified for upper management, she has consistently been passed over for consideration to the management training rotation and has remained a Tier 2 project coordinator for much of her … Continue reading Office Politics, Lisa Summers
Agnes is perched on a chair in the corner of the kitchen, crouched down, her arms folded around herself. Karen enters, talking on a portable phone and doesn’t notice Agnes. She’s worried. "You’re sure she’s out of danger,” Karen says. “That’s good. How long do you need to keep her this time? Yes. I understand. … Continue reading The Guides, Karen & Agnes
Nash is seated in a small, sparsely furnished room with just a cot, a tray, some folding chairs, a tiny kitchenette containing a hot plate and a half-size refrigerator. He’s occupying one of the chairs, with his hands folded in front of him and his legs extended and crossed. Agnes appears before him. “I heard … Continue reading The Guides, Nash & Agnes
When Karen Peterson arrives home that evening, she finds several shopping bags piled in the corner of the kitchen and in the midst of them is a small woman with greying hair, dressed in a warm-up suit, a large T-shirt, a sweater, a man’s suit jacket, with an overcoat covering it all, a knit cap, … Continue reading The Guides, Karen