Caustic Acts of Word Porn

Some readers like to roll around with a book, press the print to their crotch, and rub the words over their genitals while moaning lines from its pages. They savor the syllables as if the glistening lips of a lover. They experience a tingling, like a feather across the scalp, as their eyes transform a... Continue Reading →

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The Midas Mustache, or Death and the Rapture of Life

An old college buddy, now a lawyer, called me--I think it was 2006--to tell me that the prop plane out of which I had jumped a couple years earlier had crashed, killing two people. There was a wicked undertow to his voice, a mocking "I told you so" mixed with righteous validation and spread over... Continue Reading →

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