I have fled myself, and have instructed /
cowards / To run and show their shoulders.
Friends, be gone, / I have myself resolv'd upon a
course / Which has no need of you. Be
gone."
William
Shakespeare: "
Updated January 31, 2004
Academic(-ish) Texts:
Assumption / Community / Other / Normal
The Historical / Medical / Freakiness of a Millennium World View
Life Altering Revision: Cristopher Reeve as a Quadriplegic
Statement of Goals and Purposes
Writing and Healing: A Personal Analysis of Solitary Confinement
Short Fiction:
Links to the Bizarre Stories I Wrote in 1985
The Smell of a Sunday Afternoon
Longer Fiction:
Poetry:
Links to Poems I Wrote While Growing Up
A Rumor With No Humor Tells Of A Terminal Tumor
Updated January 31, 2004