Merch

You’d think that in places where rain is more norm than exception, everyone would choose to always be prepared. But nobody carries an umbrella in Eugene and nobody keeps pace with time as it rushes by and stands still at the same time. How could we as it is we, not...

I’ll meet you in a deciduous forest on the outskirts of Estonia. I want to know your sisters, brothers, half-sisters, perverted Uncle. Show me your dirt. Am I tightening my upper laterals through eight-hour headstands, feeding from coconut chicken, sexing the UPS...

This post is a test to make sure the new flow is working correctly.

Some thoughts so far. What I'm seeing and experiencing is freedom in the writing, not only form but language; combining things that usually aren't combined, putting events, images, and objects together that aren't usually found together. It's startling and so very...

Houses, like people, aren’t always constrained to what they were designed to be. Some resist growth. Others expand beyond their original façade: add room, break walls, deepen foundations, and reach towards the heavens and open their doors in welcome. Owls are silent...

Let’s Play Red Flags with Lipstick Shades Siren On the day of our first date, it’s gross outmuggy and rainyso you say, “If we’d gone to the other location, we would’ve had to sit outside.” His face is enraptured by yours. “I wouldn’t have minded.” “I would’ve.” “I...

Before the invasion they planted their most beloved objects in their gardens. When the city was blasted, new roots fed on the past. The heartwood of trees was filled with pocket watches, dolls’ heads, love letters inked in cursive. Flowers bloomed with baby teeth. Her...

He hands me a glass filtered with the color of tea and weathered tourniquets. The teeming counterpoint of operatic highs and lows fill the room with pilfered yesterdays. I understand mangled life. Mom complained of the heat wave as she tugged off her heels. She headed...

The car ride home has all the festive cheer of a hostage situation, though it's unclear which of is holding the gun. At some point in the evening, every word had become a tense negotiation. All I know for certain is that this will be the last New Year's Eve we spend...

One day you say no thank you to Thanksgiving. I root them on and tell others to do the same. My identity has been accosted by infant hormones. So I start to chew away at myself. Status update: Hanging out in my big pants, waiting for the next Modern Age.