Columns:
Portrait of an Artist as a Raving Madwoman
Morrissey Was Right
There Can Be Only One
Faster, Pussy Cat . . .
My Mom's Not Really a Vulcan, She Just Plays One On TV
Welcome to the OC, Bitch
Road Rash
It's Absolutely Nothing Like Riding a Bike
It Mocked Me With It’s Shiny Newness
Mr. Bussard's List of Lies
Calling Me a Pack Rat is an Insult to Rats Everywhere
Merry Christmas, Here's Your Performance Evaluation
He Follwed Me Home, Can I Keep Him?
Dining Alone
Weeping and Gnashing of Teeth!
We Don’t Need No Water, Let the Little Volvo Burn
Jeans-and-T-Shirt Girl Strikes Back
Small Pond
Bagels in the Bathroom
V-Day and the Shivers
Smacked Upside the Head
Creating Spaces
Grandchild Project for the Fiftieth Anniversary Party
The Triton Years:
(a smattering of some of the first DnC's, originally published in the Eckerd College Triton between September 1999 and May 2001)
There's Always Room For Jello
Carve a Sock Puppet into Your Pumpkin this Year
Keep out of reach of children nonedible
Only Nixon could go to China
If it were ordinary dirt, would it be called "Miracle Dirt"?
I'm not usually this stupid
The Big Duck doesn't want your pain. It only wants your love. (I am absolutely astonished that these links still work)
stories:
Yellow Forty-Eight
Ginger Fontaine
Shades of Red
poetry:
I Never Liked Poetry
Exorcising
Hammam
Litany to a Saint
Binary
Istanbul
Urban Decay
Ghost Story
Queen of the World
Slammed
Society
Timeless
The Backstage Beastie
Love Letters of a Dead Generation
Kaddish
