There’s always more to life than meets the eye. Sorcerers, artists, the criminally insane: they all see the hidden meaning in daily life. You can open yourself to the world’s mysteries or drift through it like a ghost, with no… Read More ›
Errata
Just Right
When I was living alone and first writing, I used a Smith Corona manual typewriter I bought on Capitol Hill. If I got stuck, or didn’t like what I was writing, I pulled the sheet out of the roller and… Read More ›
Delight in Doom
Shoegaze drone hits the spot this time of year. Slather up the doom and gloom and tuck me in for the day; I’m not going out. Sample from Bowery Electric’s 1996 record, “Beat.” Inside Out Sample from Juliana Barwick: Choose
Blue Screen Life
The purr of the HVAC and scent of fir, burnt incense. Accent lights and a far-off tick from a clock. Memory of a dream-scene: a wooden grandfather clock on its side, gutted, awaiting repair. The LED on the stove, 5:50…. Read More ›
Paper Blog
I have shoeboxes full of notepads in my closet. The notepads date back to the early 90s and contain excerpts from my past. Some people journal to work through stuff; I do it because I want to be reminded of… Read More ›
Bloggus Interruptus
LILY’S BLOG WROTE BY LILY P—- HERSELF! EXSTREMLEY RECOMENDED BY EAGACATORS! It was another disterbing day. Jackson had pushed her into a pile of pebbels. Alison started to giggle. Mason told Henry. At lunch,I… Read More ›
Token
The blog is a token dropped in a deep well. The days spin around themselves, wobble, and fall. Life is you figuring it out publicly, sometimes getting it right.
Snow
When it snowed, my dad dug a path from the front door to the sidewalk There were no cars on the road except the sound of someone with chains going by At night, the snow took what light was left… Read More ›
Synchronicity
I ran my hand over my hair and it felt waxy, like a crayon. Losing interest in bathing can either be a sign of depression or liberation: it depends on how long you go, and why you’re not doing it.
Bill Pearse 