At least the sex was good. Right? Right? As I stumble out into the rain and orient myself, I repeat the question again and again. Not will...

Detroit, 1998 The so-called screen of the bathhouse movie room is nothing more than a sheet of white canvas hanging from ceiling hooks. Thr...

Williamsburg, Virginia: 1981 I see the man’s eyes light up from the park’s far end, as my feet kick up whorls of dust from runnels of wheat...

Just a few general announcements today. No fears—I've been working on an essay about my college days that I'm hoping to complete for...

The anthology, Hoboes, Hustlers, and Outlaws: Bad Boys and Macho Men is shipping! My newest novella, On the Block , appears within its page...