Archive - The Beef

Flesh of my flesh

Or, cannibals aren't invited to parties because they've got no taste

Oct 6, 2023 •

August 2023

The comforting lure of just giving up

Aug 16, 2023 •

January 2023

The Return of Captain Cosmos

Or how I ended up writing some weird sci-fi

Jan 5, 2023 •

November 2022

Social media, a knife, and no editor

Also, I'm in El Paso but that's not really relevant

Nov 1, 2022 •

March 2022

Permanents and impermanence

A short story about long hair

Mar 21, 2022 •

August 2021

Evil flute stuff

Aug 31, 2021 •

April 2020

Lights in the darkness

Once, when I was a kid, I looked up into the night sky.

Apr 27, 2020 •

October 2019

024 — That Old Black Magic

Outside, it's raining.

Oct 27, 2019 •

September 2019

020 — Spider Man

I've got beef with a spider.

Sep 8, 2019 •

August 2019

019 — Butterflies and shovels

I was four years old when I learned cruelty.

Aug 25, 2019 •

017 — A Cloud Over El Paso

Right now, we don't know anything.

Aug 3, 2019 •

July 2019

016 — Soft Purring in the Dark of Night

Yesterday I huffed up the stairs, lugging a 20-pound sack of kitty litter to our second-floor apartment.

Jul 28, 2019 •

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