Over the weekend I pulled a muscle in my neck, or pinched a nerve, or something. Maybe it happened while I was riding through the Texas hill country, craning my neck around at every curve to see the bluebonnets and redbonnets and yellowbonnets, which I know aren’t their real names, but this is what I [...]
Last night I attended an open mic at Monkey Wrench Books hosted by Queer Sol, an arts collective based here in Austin. I read three poems: “Girl dies in Arizona,” “An afternoon at the museum,” and “Monologue of a mystery writer.” I haven’t read in years — I think the last time was in New [...]
When the mind starts to wander, and doubt, and dredge up old bad things and convince you that it is a good idea to drunkenly stare down old homes that hardly matter, it is time to take the cure: literature. Read something someone else wrote about what you’re trying to write about. Relieve yourself of [...]
My brain likes to play at night. In bed, lights off, it races through memories and possible futures and experiments and a hundred ways to rearrange the living room. I make tea and read a book in an attempt to narrow the focus and perhaps lull myself to sleep. This week’s book is Ordinary Affects [...]
New Year’s Eve.
In which we raise glasses to ourselves and our friends, cheering the arrival of a new year, which we are sure will be better than the last, laughing heartily at the jokes we make at our own expense while eating toast points and caviar, and the municipality sets the river on fire at [...]
I’ve just finished re-reading The Great Gatsby. I started it at 11pm, and it’s nearly 5am now. My eyes are bleary; the sleeping pill I took around 3 started doing its job over an hour ago and I can feel my entire body pleading, heavy in its need for sleep. But the fact remains that [...]
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