Journal

Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.



August 7, 2020

Road

I still remember the frantic voice of a late-night caller who said, “We can’t get the blood out of our eyes fast enough to see what’s coming next.”

August 6, 2020

Pack

We’re packing for a trip of indeterminate length.

August 5, 2020

Decay

Lately my dreams have been all garble and grime without symbolism or plot.

August 4, 2020

Debris

Maybe human brains aren’t equipped for this, absorbing painful images from everywhere at once without the ability to be present and act.

August 3, 2020

Moon

I should understand the rhythm of the moon by now.

August 2, 2020

Normal

Giving up on normal seems like a critical psychic adjustment these days.

August 1, 2020

Max

“You’re looking at the future: people translated as data.” This line from Max Headroom certainly holds up thirty-five years later.

July 31, 2020

Cigarette

There was a half-moon in the sky and a large man in a red pick-up truck was talking to somebody on the phone about Jesus.

July 30, 2020

Ready

“You can put on a jacket,” she says, “but you can’t take off your skin.”

July 29, 2020

Pray

When I consider the man I want to become someday, I often picture myself as someone who prays.

July 28, 2020

Demon

Today’s headlines featured phrases about “demon sperm” and “the umbrella man” because we’ve slipped into a psychedelic hell.

July 27, 2020

Inspiration

A list of things that inspired the book I’m writing.