Death by Gas,
Winner of the Florida Press Association’s Best Humor Column Award
Whether or not you buy into Al Gore and his inconvenient truth, there’s no denying the global threat of bovine methane production (read: cow toots and, less interestingly, cow burps). Humans, who have one stomach versus a cow’s four and eat a more varied, less cellulose-rich diet, generate significantly less methane. Still, we are gas-producing machines.
Moon Signs,
Winner of the Gulf Coast Writers Association Fiction Contest
The night is soft in the way of tropical places, damp with salt air and the thick, fecund smell of low tide. On the beach, Judith’s shadow stretches behind her as she stands at the water’s edge. She takes a step into the ocean; the black water swirls at her ankles. She wades out farther and the salt water rises to her thighs. She pulls herself forward into deeper water before rolling onto her back. Her belly floats above the surface, bright against the dark, glowing white under the heavy moon.
They Called Him “T,”
Multimedia obituary produced for The New York Times site “The Local”
He went by his middle initial, but those who knew him had some vivid words to describe Squire T. Holman: Charming. Gentleman. International Cool. Artis Henderson and Alex Hotz, students at the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism, collected audio, took photos and edited the slide show, above, gathered at a memorial service for Mr. Holman on Oct. 24 at the Concord Baptist Church, 833 Marcy Avenue, in Brooklyn.
In Antigua, once the capital of colonial Central America, cobblestones still pave the narrow streets.
It’s wine harvest time in this stretch along the Rhine and tonight, in Kamp-Bornhofer, the village is celebrating.
“India is a land of contradictions,” the guide said, gesturing expansively at the crowd, the wandering cattle, and the shops that lined the road.
Incense hangs heavy in the thick air, perfuming this stone sanctuary in the middle of the Cambodian jungle.
