NaPoWriMo #10 (04/10/2016)

I want to write like John D’Agata. I want to write like John D’Agata and Annie Dillard and David Shields and Maggie Nelson. I want to write like somebody else. Their essays are my breath, my purpose, my goal. But to get there I must write like myself until I write like them, and then…

NaPoWriMo #9 (04/09/2016)

Survivor’s guilt, a baby blanket used to keep us warm in the indignant foundation of self-reflexive universe. That is the funny thing about guilt. We don’t ever have to take the well-being of others in to consideration to feel guilty. Guilt and shame revolve around the individual feeling it. It is like when people cry…

NaPoWriMo #8 (04/08/2016)

A lot of people are wondering why I am hashtagging numbers and yet I am still compelled to call them pound signs. Pass me the prune juice and turn on Matlock; I’m done.

NaPoWriMo #7 (04/07/2016)

Video games tell a story that one must push the correct buttons in order so as to get the grand finale Literature: a vehicle for wisdom A moldy cake on the hot Mexico spring night that reminds you that you left the oven on. UUDDLRLRBASTART

NAPoWriMo #6 (04/06/2016)

(I apologize for the delay. Life has gotten very busy. I was writing the whole time, but haven’t been posting. I spend the next few days checking up with the posts.)   Allergic     to           accidents We see/hear/taste/smell/touch what we choose to But how often are we glancing                into the empty find         ing       the        every        thing