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 #2 (04/02/2016)

A grown man maces a 15 year old girl at the latest rally for the scapegoat de jour, and I am at home wallowing in the depravity of the nation, in between paragraphs of an essay about Barbados. The sweet vapor of mortality has been filling my room, choking me in my sleep. I dream…