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Interests: Alfons Mucha, Archibald Leach, big words, Bob Hicok, Brian Eno, Cat Power, Charles Bukowski, Charlotte Masaryk, cheese, clarity, dark chocolate, David Byrne, David Foster Wallace, Dorothy Parker, Douglas Adams, Edna St. Vincent Millay, E.E. Cummings, Frank O’Hara, Fred Rogers, garlic, Gaudi, Gertrude Stein, ginger, Gustav Klimt, Iva Pekarkova, Jane Austen, Jaromir Nohavica, Jeanette Winterson, Josef Skvorecky, Joseph Campbell, Joss Whedon, Just a Minute, Kate Bush, Kurt Vonnegut, laughing until it hurts, Laurie Anderson, Leonard Cohen, little kids singing, Lloyd Alexander, mandarin oranges, making lists, Margaret Atwood, Miss Manners, New Yorker, Paul Simon, performance, P.G. Wodehouse, poetry, Rebecca Solnit, Rob Brezsny, Robert Anton Wilson, Robert Creeley, salt, Salvador Dali, secrets, silence, Star Trek, Stephen Dunn, Talking Heads, Terry Gilliam, things that stain, This American Life, Tom Waits, T.S. Eliot, vegetable juice, veiled cultural references, vinegar, water, wine, W.H. Auden

Category: THINKING

  • fluke

    This is an ice floe in the cold cold ocean. A low flat mass of moving ice, the cocktail accessory of the arctic. To this ice floe, in the course of their journeys, come titans and curiosity seekers. What an iceberg they say. I bet it stretches for miles. They plan a lifetime of destruction…

  • “Since I cannot sing”

    How they will always insist on seeing what you do in some different way and then saying that their way is the way you really see it. This is about sex, they say, and you say that it is not, that it is simply nature and that it is free and they nod coyly and…

  • in exchange for ten kisses

    Narcissus finally drowns, comes too close to the water one day and instead of kissing his own reflection and drinking, as he says, the sweet nectar from the kiss of this gorgeous guy (this gorgeous sky, gorgeous sky) sucks in a bit of rank lakewater, burbles around in it, and falls in, choking. Echo can't…

  • three

    Three things I'd like to learn: When to trust history and when to acknowledge that each situation is unique. I know this story. I know how it ends. There is truth in the condemnation of Santayana, but it's almost satisfying to feel it click into place, that conclusion, the dream or nightmare come true. Or on…

  • neverending

    Since we have no bastion against the nothing, we must fight by ourselves, fight against that giant emptiness. Hiding in the attic because you're scared of a bully is a fine start but getting caught in a story that is moving is better. In this story, this fight will not lead us to answers but…

  • dust

    The children who grew up with a mother who did not or could not or would not love; with fathers who were absent, physically or literally, from the beginning or the middle or the end; with siblings who only held hands to play cruel games of indian burns and rose gardens and stop hitting yourself.…

  • not so long ago

    That weekend we turned the bed into a raft in the middle of the oceanic chaos of life. Dressed in pajamas that doubled as tatters from our shipwrecks, we pulled up buckets of food from the market downstairs and ate them with our hands. During the day we played games with dice and told stories…

  • words made flesh

    Nails that were bitten back for years, the stunted beds telling the history of decades of gnawing, like a rat or more correctly a mouse, the wearing down the result of compulsive nibbles, over and over, through the keratin, also through the rough bits of skin, torn cuticles, fingers shamecurled into palms when it comes time…

  • Questions (so far)

    Is love blind?  Compare: someone who is afraid they cannot love others vs. someone who is afraid they cannot be loved. If you're invited to a party and have nothing appropriate to wear with you, what do you do?  What is the difference between arts and crafts? Between art and craft? Can you change a…

  • The Rat

    You want to believe what you want to believe. You want it so much, and in order to believe it you have to trust them. They tell you something, they tell you lots of things, and: they tell you the thing that you want to believe. That they are late because of traffic. That they're…