Monthly Archives: June 2011

 (1 june 2011) i was sitting with my married friends in the corner of the russian teahouse in the early days of the deep dark winter of 2010. i’d never met mr. married’s wife and i was seeing him for … Continue reading →

I’ve a short story in the Summer issue of the always amazing Contrary Magazine. My father had this girlfriend. Her name was Gemma Fay. She looked like Mia Farrow. I think. I only saw her once and she was naked … Continue reading →

a friend said it has been hard to keep up with what i’m doing and asked what, precisely, i am working on now. which is funny because i have no idea. i went to washington to network with other people … Continue reading →

(25 may 2011) in the mid-90s there were these posters. i’m sure they had a name, but i don’t know it. regardless, there were these posters and you were supposed to stand and stare and squint at just the right … Continue reading →

(24 may 2011) biographers don’t eat. at their conferences the food is placed strategically just beyond the bar, which is surrounded by such a crush of people that one can never break through. in my many futile attempts to reach the mountains … Continue reading →