Writing

Essay |

“I Found A Tarantula”

“As Dylan writes in the prose poem ‘Ape on Sunday’ — ‘tho I might be nothing but a butter sculptor, i refuse to go on working with the idea of your praising as my reward — like what are your credentials anyway?'”

Poetry |

“Coronae”

Essay |

“Confessions of a Pareidoliac”

“Imagine trying to find your way with a compass that wants every direction to be north. This is more or less where we are, perceiving the world around us by means of instruments that find patterns everywhere.”

Essay |

“Panta Rhei”

“We all wind up making our gods, and then turning into our gods, and then the other way around again, ad infinitum.”

Poetry |

“Blame”

Essay |

“The Reading”

“Atmospheric, was what someone’d said when it was all over, which I repeated the next day on the phone to M from Spain who was talking about the Argentine and his fetishes.”