[(I-Newswire) - In the free event, Bell will read from] No Planets Strike, ... Edgy in both senses of the read more

[(I-Newswire) - In the free event, Bell will read from] No Planets Strike, ... Edgy in both senses of the word, Josh Bell populates his daft American heartland with the runaway muse Ramona and her clones. The resulting landscapes are as dangerous, funny, and drop-dead gorgeous as those in a Road Runner cartoon.

He's an adorable dog. He obviously belonged to someone.

He's an adorable dog. He obviously belonged to someone.

Sometimes life has a way of putting us on our backs to force us to look up.

Sometimes life has a way of putting us on our backs to force us to look up.

There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.

There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.

Zeal without knowledge is like fire without light.

Zeal without knowledge is like fire without light.

There's a general sense I think at least in the British Foreign Office and the British military that the U.S. read more

There's a general sense I think at least in the British Foreign Office and the British military that the U.S. tactics have been too heavy-handed and may be responsible for some of what we're seeing.

What you see is what you get. My God, I don't have the time nor the energy to live up read more

What you see is what you get. My God, I don't have the time nor the energy to live up to some persona... I understand what it is to be vulnerable, and I understand what it is to be strong. So anybody who bashes 'sentimental' is missing it. I've seen the toughest guys in the world cry. That macho thing is an old folktale. I'm not afraid of it at all.

I don't know how long it will take to fill either post. The Urban designer position is very important to read more

I don't know how long it will take to fill either post. The Urban designer position is very important to the entire design review function and is critical to fill.

They seldom looked happy. They passed one another without a word in the elevator, like silent shades in hell, hell-bent read more

They seldom looked happy. They passed one another without a word in the elevator, like silent shades in hell, hell-bent on their next look from a handsome stranger. Their next rush from a popper. The next song that turned their bones to jelly and left them all on the dance floor with heads back, eyes nearly closed, in the ecstasy of saints receiving the stigmata.