the inexact
the inexact language holds up a mirror cracked a willed error by a dogmatism backed a generosity of spirit lacked into the corner backed the
Touch Yourself
Sometimes your writing grows through the practice that you do and the lessons that you apply to your art. Sometimes the writing grows because you
Back Again
This year has been fucking exhausting. If it isn’t the bullshit engendered by being surrounded by hidden enemies who are enemies solely on the basis
Writing Humans
Writing about human interactions is sometimes as pleasurable as experiencing human interactions. As a writer it is easy to slip into valuing the former and
ten minutes extra
does ten minutes on the alarm do anything? i wake my bladder chimes in shortly after the cats are starving my wife moves to the
A Little Catch Up
I have been writing a lot. And I have published a fair bit too. There is a joy in hard work. If you write something
Writing For People
I’m writing for myself. Liar. Why post it somewhere if you don’t expect someone to read it? I see you blush and smile when someone
sit and shit
can’t sit how i used to can’t shit how i used to time has abused you past habits have fused you and youth has refused