Blown away and grateful to be listed among such stellar talent.
Other people get the flu. Writers take Pseudoephedrine. 1000 words. Plus I’ve been dreaming a lot lately. Always happens when I start a new work, and the uppers help.
I wrote a piece on rejection inspired by a student who has, by way of their first rejection slip, joined our family of the damned. You can read it at Vol.1.Brooklyn, a great little lit mag taking lollipop steps all over the intersphere. For TW and RN.
Due to a confluence of circumstance, I taught every day and every night this week, either live or online. Summer ends here in a screaming frenzy of cicadas under a 40 degree Celsius sun and nights too hot and too still to mention. Lie there and hope for morning. Last night I finally fell asleep…
It has been such a long time since I’ve checked in, that even my own blog doesn’t recognize me. Apologies for the absence. A tough month of personal loss. Hard to make sense of the universe right now. In “Emma Zunz,” Borges writes that after getting news of the death of her father, Emma realized…
Another illustration from Der Orchareengarten by the great Alfred Kubin, who wrote the surrealist novel, The Other Side (Die Andere Seite) in 1908, which he also illustrated (below) adapting some of the drawings he’d prepared for Gustav Meyrink’s Der Golem when Meyrink hit a snag. Kind of like when the money for the Halo movie…
I don’t know what to listen to so I listened to this. And then I turned it off and looked up flights to NY and then I heard a sound outside and I went out to the balcony and it was two guys walking on the street playing sonic boom-sounding tracks and futuristic effects from…
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