Jan/Feb 1999

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And you know what, Leon? Today, nobody even remembers your name. You stupid, crazy mother-fucker.

Stanley Jenkins

Like October's Woman

On Sunday mornings Sarah Livingston had laugh lines like an Old Testament matriarch and the eyes of Poe's Imp of the Perverse. She sat in the very back of St. Catherine's, near the door, unashamed of her exclusion from the Eucharist. She was there, more present than anyone in the church, a kind of elfin Eucharist herself.

Stanley Jenkins

Miles Off Track

I don't know if I had anything in particular in mind to go out and get, y'know, I'd pretty much turned that side of myself off since I got in tune with my responsibilities and got off the ka-ka and all, and just like I'm not the type of man who's gonna go out and buy himself a tool belt I'm not about to buy myself flowers, either, y'know.

Kevin McGowin

Is Sex a Verb?

There are things Anna Karlén prefers to look at from a different angle, even knitting. "Knitting is not about creating a piece of clothing. It's a symbol of a love relationship without sex," she says.

Gabrielle Bomgren

The Contessa

At that time a functional guitar could be had for 75 bucks or so. For 250 dollars you could, with a little luck, buy a professional quality instrument. The Contessa was priced right in between.

Jeff Farmer