A memory-swirled portrait of the judgment and shame that comes with creative effort.
In Steve Erickson’s Shadowbahn, the Twin Towers reappear in South Dakota, wholly intact and without explanation.
Double feature: Nightcrawler and Bringing Out the Dead are portraits of bearing witness in the worst and best ways.
I grew up with Digital Underground. I copied the cartoons from their albums into my middle-school notebooks and I memorized their lyrics; my brain still carries them around thirty years later.
A late April snowstorm blew through Ohio last night, quick and heavy.
I answered a few questions about writing and lonely gas stations as part of Michael Donaldson’s 3+1 interview series.
They pace empty rooms. They speak in non-sequiturs and nod off mid-conversation. They stare at the ceiling and count.
