Monthly Archives: April 2025

Edenic Memories During Jailhouse Enemas (redux) 1. His mother and father died when he was 15, and his first super-8 film was of chalk drawings in darkened spaces: where he imagines the poses and places where his people died. 2. … Continue reading →

Bile-Yellow (redux) I often stare into the sun. It’s the only way I know to calm down. My father required it of me when I was a young boy—he broke me early and often. He was the superintendent of our … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: You have to learn who you are before it’s too late. The big mistakes people keep making in life—the pattern is so obvious to everyone except the people themselves. — David Burr Gerrard / The Epiphany Machine

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Is there a bicycle culture war happening on the streets right now? It sure does seem like it, as conversations turn from differences in policy to inflammatory and, yes, hate-fuelled rhetoric. Do bicyclists represent … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: WILL I JUST KEEP GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS UNTIL THE DAYTHEY COME ARREST ME, TOO? WILL WE LOOK BACK AND SAY“WHAT THE HELL WERE WE DOING?” WHY DID WE KEEP TRYINGTO LIVE OUR NORMAL LIVES?” “DID WE … Continue reading →

How I Became The Scarified Boy (a thingamajiggy) This takes place everywhere and nowhere at once. At the center of a spin art piece before the paint reticulates out; in manifold dusty, dark spaces; in destitute backyards choked with crabgrass; … Continue reading →

These Wires Are Live (redux) I was begat by malpractice & malfeasanceDeath had no use for me Because I would not squat for deathThere would be no dearth of fezzes(and jaunty chapeaus) Have I got a crazy memory for you—Nine … Continue reading →