Dive into the archives.
- Dreaming!
I’ve been having extremely vivid, narrative dreams lately. Two nights ago they were long, long horrific ones, where I would wake up sweating, and then imagine how to make them scarier. I do not know why, but I managed to concoct some extremely scary and epic nightmares. Last night was different; in the morning I […]
- My Date With the City!
This Wednesday, January 28th, is the year anniversary of me moving to New York. I will go to a nice restaurant in Manhattan, order an appetizer, two entrees, drinks, and a delicious dessert we will share. I will, over the candle-lit tablecloth, tell the city how pleasant her glimmer is at night, how wonderful it […]
- Feverdreams I’ve Had Lately
Here is the beginning to the novel I attempted to write a year ago, last November.
Novels are difficult creatures, and large! They grow quickly, sprout limbs, and become difficult to contain; before you know it there’s too much to handle. Someday I will tame one.
We look at each other and agree that we are geniuses. […]
- Oh to Live Like Gustave Fucking Flaubert
On his daily routine:
Days were as unvaried as the notes of the cuckoo. Flaubert, a man of nocturnal habits, usually awoke at 10 a.m. and announced the event with his bell cord. Only then did people dare speak above a whisper. His valet, Narcisse, straightaway brought him water, filled his pipe, drew the curtains, and […]
- Exciting Facts About Walt Whitman!
According to Oscar Wilde’s personal correspondence, he and Walt Whitman once made out. Also, according to Bram Stoker, the character of Dracula was based on Walt Whitman! Check the wikipedia article; I’m not making this up!
- dialogues about motion and memory
1.it’s moving at extremely fast speeds, i guess.
that’s it.
the fullest realization of this-
the most terrifying moment i can think of is when you’re in an airplane that’s landing, the part right after the wheels hit the runway, when they turn on the brakes … but you can feel the plane’s monstrous inertia, feel that if […]
- I Wrote A Poem About Tacos
All I can think about is tacos lately.
as if
juice and spicy summer evenings spilling from
was not
as if
seared
as if
teeth through the crisp memory of warm sun between vegetables and
the long legs of a south american sojourn
spread
across peppers, your tongue the memory of a drunken salsa
sweat, sweet, beaded across sun-cooked skin, a smile against white teeth
the wind […]
