Buried world
A segment from Scorn, a novel-in-progress.
A segment from Scorn, a novel-in-progress.
Is language an alien disease controlling our lives? Can I say something “makes me sick” without eventually falling victim to a fever?
Greg’s in the Big Apple, with a keyboard (or touchscreen) instead of a notepad this time around.
Greg has waded into the shark-infested waters of substitute teaching many times and lived to tell the tale — barely.
Greg celebrates one of those rare moments of clarity that result from Census Bureau efficiency.
If you don’t think C-U is the hap-hap-happiest place on earth, then… you have something in common with Greg.
P. Gregory Springer celebrated his birthday by procrastinating his column, and taking note of how aging is actually relieving, in small, refined ways.
Greg decides to stop reading the local newspaper, and this decision may have caused a breach in the space-time continuum.
With Independence Day approaching, Greg wonders where all this celebrating of wars has left us.
Greg relates some of his experiences from jury duty, and he hopes that even though he ended up doing nothing, that he accomplished something.