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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]