The Works

Skunkape Requiem

I smell weed. Earthy and green and damp. Damp as sweat on skin, underneath armpits, collecting on an upper lip, slipping down groin and onto the damp earth. Sweet. Humans always smelled a little sweet. I didn’t smell humans too often, and when I did they were always sweating. I am always sweating. My fur…

A Plate of One’s Own

Entertainment Value and Small Plates in the Miami Food Scene “Miami sneaks up on you. Or, do we change, and find ourselves sneaking up, washing up, ending up in Miami?” – Anthony Bourdain Small Plate vs. Beef Case There is almost nothing more ubiquitous than Miami and food. In Miami, you can experience hundreds of…