We eat your words

SHORT STORIES: Leaving Bisbee

“I like your outfit,” I said to the inebriated cowboy. We stood together at a long wooden bar and stared at gleaming rows of bottles on the mahogany shelf. The interior of the Bisbee Stock Exchange was cavernous and spooky, filled to…

SHORT STORIES: The Killer Whales

Hitchhiking through Illinois on Highway 57 isn't glamorous, even when you're nineteen and restless. The terrain is flat and dull, with cornfields and fast food restaurants like Bob Evans and Long John Silver's. The signs' garish images…

SHORT STORIES: Nobody’s Prerogative

No one ever plans to end up as a dancer on Bourbon Street. It's an employment choice born of pure desperation. I worked at a unisex joint called Sweet Mama's. After only two weeks on the job, I despised every minute of my interminable…

Rob Ford: The Death of a Canadian Cowboy

Like most people in the United States, I grew up on a steady diet of cowboy bravado. From Daniel Boone to Marion Berry to Donald Trump, aggressive male leaders have been revered here for centuries. We grant those men the right to engage in…