Dinosaurs Love Fireworks

He wakes with dawn and he stretches and he winces and he closes his eyes and he groans and he opens his eyes and he kisses the woman and he kisses the children and he stands and he takes the spear and he puts on the charms and he walks out of the cave and he squints and he pisses and he whistles and the atter scurries up to him and he walks into the forest and the atter trots at his heel and he…

Beka was a witch but she was no fun at parties. Liza and I found this out the hard way. (more…)

Walking down Kamin Street on a Whitday afternoon and it just gets hotter and hotter. This road is Drevnigrad’s spine and today it feels fit to buckle. Jarveys squabble and beg for water and get under everyone’s feet. The feathers on my mourning shawl start to wilt. I need a cigarette and I need a cigarette and I hold my fingers to my mouth and pretend I have a cigarette. I go into a servo and I…

The Miscegenist’s Apology

While in many ways problematic from our postcolonial vantage point, this 12th century pamphlet has been the object of scholarly fascination for nearly a century. Early psychologists held its relatively frank, confessional discussions of sexuality – and particularly its relation of an abnormal sexual drive inspired by childhood experiences – as exemplary of some of their fundamental theories. More…

There was no pinca on my doorstep that New Year and that’s how I knew she was dead. I didn’t wait for a letter or a phone call: I knew. The first morning of the year, only slightly nauseous, I woke early and packed a small bag. Josie was still asleep when I walked out the door. (more…)

I’m still alive

Just so you know. Last year was hectic but I’m probably going to be posting stuff here a little more often now.

I wrote a play!

It’s called The Nun and The Highwayman! It’s set in the same world as my Drevnigrad stories. I co-directed it too and it’s shaping up to be – amazingly – not shit. Facebook event here. It’s on for four nights, it only costs 10-15 bucks and only goes for half an hour so it’s convenient for the poor, temporally or pecuniarily. Please come if you like my writing!

“What was the ointment sprinkled on my beard? What were the hymns that buzzed beside my ears? What was the sea whose tide swept through me there?”

– Wallace Stevens, Tea at the Palaz of Hoon

“And you may ask yourself, Well… how did I get here?”

– Talking Heads, Once In A Lifetime

The chrism drizzles onto my forehead, drips down my nose and into the curls of my beard. Hot breeze on my skin. The…

Do You Like Dumplings?

Watch me sing these words!

I look forward to cordially remaking your acquaintance When I’m wishing myself dead I’m much more boring now I’m enthralled By these bats flying overhead

This is some picnic, isn’t it? By which I mean it’s shit But I’ll stick around for a little bit Oh the sun is setting And the goon is flowing And life seems alright, I must admit

And you seem alright too If I were…