Pete Cherches blogs about food, travel, literary and music pursuits, the occasional dream and fugitive thoughts of all sorts.
posted by Peter Cherches at 2:25 PM
Called “one of the innovators of the short short story” by Publishers Weekly, Peter Cherches is a writer, singer and lyricist. Over the past 40 years, his work, fiction, nonfiction, and poetry, has appeared in scores of magazines, anthologies and websites, including Transatlantic Review, Bomb, Harper’s, North American Review, Semiotext(e), and Poetry 180. Poet Billy Collins wrote, “To Gödel, Escher, and Bach we might consider adding Peter Cherches.” Whistler’s Mother’s Son is his most recent short prose collection from Pelekinesis.
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I'm a vegetarian, but not for health reasons. My great-grandfather, also a vegetarian, died a very, very painful death from stomach cancer after decades of not eating meat. So who knows?
Don't start smoking, though.
i'm running late for work or i'd find the right post. LOVED your story in titular. nicely done, peter. david
I concur. And let's not forget those vegans and vegetarians who crow about the environmental impact of eating meat.
I already live in a city where I ride the train daily. I don't own a car. I have given up mood lighting in my home in using energy-efficient bulbs. I drink soy milk in my coffee instead of cream and sugar.
Yet some of the articles I read would have me slit my wrists over the fact that I eat meat (not every day, but I do eat it) and drink milk.
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