HAGEN
Meet Me For Christmas
It's either a little late or Just In Time for Christmas next year. Either way, I wrote it, so blame me. ... more
Happy Endings
It was just another day.Joe Milrun was home, as usual, this being a day other than Tuesday, that being the day the Bijou downtown sold three-dollar tickets to the seven o'clock show. But it was a Thursday, and he'd already taken advantage of the... more
Letters From Avylon
To Sir:I name hagen. Am immigrant from halved Czechoslovakia. I like submit consideration for upcoming playnice festival, "Cartersville Takes Collective Gasp." Mine play named "bloodletting," for middle-age practice of leeching for... more
Reckoning
The heartbeat was delicate, a fist in paper longing for release. Adam watched the face of the old lady, whose life wouldn't last the hour, and thought about a soda. He uncoiled himself from the unbelievably uncomfortable easy chair next to her bed... more
Lunch Time
So I'm having lunch with Clive Davis and a former hooker who's gone into mid-level politics, and the waiter comes by and asks us how we're enjoying our meal. The hooker nods with a napkin-covered burp, Clive points dispassionately at his... more
I believe I am not the only one to find this sort of thing unsavory, so I'm appealing to anyone who knows me to write this for me. Tell me about myself, because I don't get out of my universe very often. Also, a reward for anyone who remembers good stuff. Not great stuff, because that's for the biographers, but good stuff, like how I never stepped on a cat or always put the lid down after using the loo.
