journalish
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a feeling that you might be
I was tired. All we have is this moment, and, at times, I was sick of…
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strabismus
An old man approached me at the gym as I was catching my breath between sets…
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standing at the center of the picture of his joy
Filling page after page with half-thoughts is both an affront to writing and essential to the…
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dough, booze, and chicken pot pie
Last night was the last night in that apartment I’d tell people was down by the…
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the fake elegance of periphrasis
Here’s an idea: Write the story of this move we’re making to a completely different neighborhood,…
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like a small wisp of smoke drifting quietly skyward on a windless day
Getting a new job is like asking for a favor. And so is moving. Asking for…
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pigeonholed by one (in)coherent myth
So I got the job. At first I was mad, as if some principle had been…
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too much is never enough
Not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough. Never enough. Work-life balance. Work-life integration. That’s all…
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futility is the way home
I was sick. Sometimes I think it’s too bad I don’t really write poetry. This may…
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notes to self on a story
Make it sound. Sounding is being, and he must be other than some slight linguistic variation…
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with my toes on the edge it’s such a lovely view
Yesterday was a long day and that thing I wrote was not. It—the thing—was written several…
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a human as well as a scientific foundation
But I write how I write and say what I say the way(s) I want to…
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the work is highly characteristic
STOP WRITING SO MUCH ABOUT WRITING. It says that in my notebook and it has a…
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and someday i would disappear completely
Rather than finding reasons to dismiss, keep finding ways to contribute. Don’t pull away and judge…
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it’s a milky chance
As a prosaic poetics would posit, B would not have happened without A (with A being…
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human development
I don’t want to hear any more about “fast-paced, high-energy environments.” These job descriptions make the…
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four thoughts from Dec 27
Work for a man with no sense of past. Another thought about time last night but…
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“the idea was so naïve it became sophisticated”
The Midwest isn’t as charming as many of its inhabitants seem to believe. It’s insular and…
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a week in the life
In my first full week of unemployment since, I don’t know, maybe 2010, I applied for…
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noted 020818
Well, I suppose this is the gist of it. Some stuff on weekdays and other stuff…
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noted 020718
The reading list is getting longer and stranger. By “the” I mean “my.” How about a…
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noted 020518
It’s good to take a vacation. On a vacation, writing might happen. But I was just away.…
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noted 020218
When the universe says jump, you a) hesitate, b) stumble, c) stand still and wait for…
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noted 013118
Since it’s the last day of the current month and we’re on the topic of great…
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noted 013018
Today is Tuesday but the other day it was Sunday, and morning. I woke up and…
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birthdays
Tomorrow is my birthday. My birthday is tomorrow. Either way, I’ll be older than I am…
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abuela
Not long ago I read that prize-pony book by Junot Díaz and found myself feeling a…
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epiph
From chaos and conflict to harmony. See chaos and know the underlying harmony. Connect with it.…
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gloss
I think sometimes of her parents. How her dad was a public defender and her mom…
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inroads
Some might say I lack enthusiasm. To some I’d say I don’t wanna. There are two…
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doubtedly
Not sure why I do this, why I keep coming here to make words thinking they’re…
M. 