Bye, Dad
A few years ago I wrote about my father’s cremation for A Public Space, and they’ve now made the piece available online. Check it out: “Valhalla” (I don’t write much […]
deep thots
A Poem by GM Quinte
International Call You can see in the early light of dawn Facing the noise of the so-called Twilight Bright stars through the perilous fight, and a wide range of his […]
DFW on Fiction & Nonfiction
This seems wise & articulates something I’ve been thinking for a long time now, so I thought I’d share it. Fiction’s abyss is silence, nada. Whereas nonfiction’s abyss is Total […]
Memorial Day
“In these bones you see what war is like. I know war now. I’ll tell you what it is. War is young men killing other young men they do not […]
Writing is Easy
Some of these words (the ones not crossed out) actually made into the book. They’ll be looking much more spruced up and fancy come September 2012. Hope you’ll revisit them […]
proust questionnaire 2011
What is your idea of perfect happiness? I don’t have one. What is your greatest fear? Dying abruptly. Which living person do you most admire? My wife. What is the […]
In the Way of Experience…
Yet five minutes after…I realized I had not actually seen the three plants in the little colony we had found. Despite all the identifying, measuring, photographing. I had managed to […]
poets versus fiction writers
My second year at Iowa, I lived with three poets in a farmhouse out on Taft Ave SE. Here’s a fake painting of it, complete with cut-and-paste signature. (It had […]
Quackery
My friend Colin’s piece on migraines and the artwork of Renee French contains a reference to duck diving, along with a helpful link to this here blog. So for those […]
Invitation to a Smackdown
Leo and I were watching Curious George this morning. The Man with the Yellow Hat said “an artist’s life is full of hard knocks, George.” Damn straight. One of those […]