i'm obsessed with shorts. short. stories.
Rea “Let’s get out of here,” said Maggie. Together, they ran back to the car and drove away before traffic came to a complete standstill, the road clogged with firewatchers streaming out from the city for a glimpse of the fire. The Saints played on the radio, a song about being stranded far from home. Maggie … Read more
yes, i have a stereo stand with a record player. a fucking record player. it’s a bit dusty but i still use it. and scattered across the top of the stereo stand are the following CDs: The National Trouble will Find me Joe Henry Fuse Deerhof Breakup Song alt-J An Awesome Wave Club des Belugas … Read more
the sound of rushing water. i check the side window.”uh, mom, there’s water in the gully.” mom’s at the patio door and surveys the normally dry gully between her house and the neighbours.”what? what it this?” she runs to the front door. there’s water flowing across the front lawn, effectively cutting the driveway off. we’re … Read more
A SOFA IN THE FORTIES All of us on the sofa in a line, kneeling Behind each other, eldest down to youngest. Elbows going like pistons, for this was a train And between the jamb-wall and the bedroom door Our speed and distance were inestimable. First we shunted, then we whistled, then Somebody collected the … Read more
i’ve read a very interesting essay. i’m not yet entirely certain what i’ve learned. my brain is sizzling. i’ve intuitively known some things about writing and this essay kinda reinforces them. i’ve known about repetition. and some of the acoustical forms. then there’s learning about other various forms of consecution–structural, thematic, and acoustical. structural consecution … Read more
last night i dreamt i was an innkeeper and hosted a group of writers to a week-long retreat. i had no fucking idea what i was doing. i repeatedly came upon an aging poet kissing a series of older ladies in the parking lot. a golden boy writer eluded everyone’s grasp. perpetually drunk, young, female … Read more
Geoff Dyer’s ten rules for writing fiction: Never worry about the commercial possibilities of a project. That stuff is for agents and editors to fret over—or not. Conversation with my American publisher. Me: “I’m writing a book so boring, of such limited commercial appeal, that if you publish it, it will probably cost you your … Read more
there’s a hungry man waiting under the chicken-on-the-way sign. he’s got his eye on a 5-piece snack box, fries and coleslaw combo. there’s nothing finer than hot greasy chicken on a summer day. there’s a hungry man waiting under the chicken-on-the-way sign. he’s got his eye on a 5-piece snack box, nothing finer than a … Read more
i lie awake and think about the flood. it is happening all around me. helicopters flying all night long, checking the levels of the glenmore reservoir. dreaming, jumbled images of war. soldiers advancing across dark fields, animals floating down bloated rivers. there’s mud everywhere. i can feel the mud clinging to my bared feet. the … Read more
i had the funniest dream. i dreamt i was drinking coffee with Jeramy Dodds at the lido cafe. he kept stacking empty creamers into different shapes. the waitress’ name was mitzi. #whatdoesthismean