Crap.

One of my favorite monthly magazines -- and a former home to some of my crimes against journalism -- is ceasing publication. The Rake has been folded, with the March issue pegged as its last.

The spirit of The Rake will carry on at rakemag.com (which suddenly becomes an ironic URL), but web-only publications often find themselves in the unenviable out-of-sight, out-of-mind position all too quickly.

There was a lot of good writing at The Rake, and a lot of good people working there. I'll post links to a few of my stories later if they're still in the archive -- but for now, here's a 40 on the virtual curb to my homiez at The Rake. You'll be missed.