Welcome, and thank you for coming by. What you see at right is the beginning of my repository for previously published works that otherwise would be sitting on my bookshelf forlorn and unread in their respective back issues while waiting to be consolidated into a collection. I'll be adding more backlog material very soon, including monologues and modules excerpted from plays past. The works on this site have all appeared elsewhere, and First North American Serial Rights have already been granted to the publications listed with each story. Reprint rights are available upon consent -- contact me. However, if you're a friend, fellow voracious reader, or simply a web-wandering soul in search of some written entertainment or distraction, the material here is all yours to freely enjoy at your leisure. I've made them as printer-friendly as I know how given my feeble HTML talent (I hate reading on-screen, too) and I welcome any and all correspondence.

"...but never in the presence of his strict vegetarian girlfriend. She would become hysterical if he ever did that, and he hates her hysteria almost as intensely as he loves her sweet, pale face, and her breasts." (more) "Four years ago you were with us, same car of Robin's but we all hollered out the window like college kids at the fat families who came to gobble Firemen's' barbecue and watch the biggest-ever display get drizzled out." (more) "The dancers are getting nervous body odor already, and it's only six-thirty. This is full dress run, the first of three before previews and the opening." (more) "Good glory, there she goes again. Morning, midnight, doesn't matter with Diana. Be quiet for a minute and listen. She always does it twice or three times..." (more) "What would he least expect from her? She ticks through the list: acts of compromise, a costume, gifts of planned spontaneity. She has done it, done it, done it." (more) This might not be an ideal situation for you to get involved in, but one thing is terribly clear; there sits a cruel, smirking menace on this train and, lets face it, no one else is doing anything about it..." (more) "I was watching you, wondering what to say, and I didn't see Cricket's hand fly forward. She's so strong. In a split second she had a fistful of your hair gripped hard at the scalp and was yanking your head back and forth, screeching with joy at this favorite game. " (more) CHILDREN'S FICTION The word went out in ebbs and tides, in oceans, bays and water slides; a contest seeing who could be The Deadest Fish In All The Sea... (more)