all quiet here no noises here

I know I know, it seems like no activity….it seems like I dropped off the face of the earth and all that and some people know what’s going on and others don’t… It’s just been a rough patch for me in some ways, and yet a great deal of good things at the same time. … Continue reading

words are like mouths

you know it’s odd. Here I am writing a novel that I lament and strange and fight with myself over…I think it’s a brave kind of thing, because it’s not a normal kind of thing, and who in their right mind would publish this kind of thing? So I write it anyways, never knowing, wanting … Continue reading

Sometimes the hours are all broken

Like time itself is broken, clocks shattered on the floor with useless hands just pointing up through shattered glass, and time itself is leaking out in mercurial puddles. It’s days that are not days, hours that are not hours, minutes that are not minutes, seconds that don’t exist because seconds aren’t real anyway. Time is just something … Continue reading

genius death your art is done

Another liminal moment- between houses and places, packing and moving again, this last year I’ve lived so many places, five or six and yet another coming up and after that. It’s hard when you have no sense of place after having roots for a decade or so, everything just kind of feels like water, all … Continue reading

the impossibility of talking to strangers

I don’t know what it is or why it is but whenever I’m out with a group of people, and I’m connecting and everything and having fun, and having great conversations, at some point somewhere in the evening I get depressed. I’m not sure how to explain it, it’s nothing anyone does or anything, but … Continue reading


So, New Year, all that, and I read some interesting stuff…here’s the stuff I thought was well worth it…in completely random, as I remember it order: How to Keep Your Volkswagon Alive- Christopher Butcher St Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves- Karen Russel You Shall Know Our Velocity- Dave Eggers Threats- Amelia Gray Chronic City- Jonathan Lethem … Continue reading

Enter Title Here.

I’m re-reading the classical anti-irony essay by David Foster Wallace, E Unibus Pluram (I’m reading it in A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again, but it’s also online here) and nodding along like all good nodders do when they see something laid out what they were thinking, but said in a way more elegant than their own … Continue reading