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February 18, 2023show and tell – a catalogue of the small animals that live in my house
**This is the result of an exercise I did this week. The exercise was to find objects around the house and write about them. It's a good one for when my brain is moving slow, which it has been. In looking ...
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February 27, 2023underpass poems
These poems come from my back pocket.*In the interest of maintaining the formatting of the poems they are linked here as a viewable pdf and visible below as an image.
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February 28, 2023it's unfinished
Right now I don’t know what I want: it moves, it changes. As a teenager, when I wrote to myself it was always in second person. I thought of it like that: writing to myself as if writing a letter. ...
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July 11, 2014A Story That No One Owns
I’m sure my point is only too plain… Lizzie is not dead, etc.—but there is a “mixture of fact & fiction,” and you have changed her letters. That is “infinite mischief,” I think…. ...
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July 10, 2014His Gravity
We shun those who bear the mark of death, and this is a form of baseness to which even I succumbed. Quite deliberately, out of a base instinct for self-preservation, I shunned my friend in the last months ...
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July 28, 2014Still Illegitimate
In this first-person novel I’m working on now, I told myself I wouldn’t write about clothes, I wouldn’t write about vanity, I wouldn’t write about depression, and I wouldn’t write about feminism, ...
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July 04, 2014Our Lives of No Interest: the Compulsion to Confess
In middle age there is a mystery, there is mystification. The most I can make out of this hour is a kind of loneliness. Even the beauty of the visible world seems to crumble, yes even love. I feel that ...
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July 13, 2014Modest Portraits of My Mother
So perhaps my mother doesn’t need to be my queen; simply being my mother is already a lot, even if the rare kisses I place on her cheeks aren’t so majestic. —Kim Thúy, Ru**As a statue:Bootprints ...
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July 31, 2014Few Permanent Wounds
By far the great majority of the people who go through even the severest depression survive it, and live ever afterward at least as happily as their unaffilicted counterparts. Save for the awfulness of ...
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July 29, 2014Invisible Damage
I’m an addict. There’s no way to know what I will do. Most of the time I don’t know what to expect from myself. I have lots of evidence that proves this. While drinking, in the morning, on ...
