As I reflect on the material contained in my last several posts, Miss Cherry excluded, I find myself observing a number of interesting shifts in my perspective on this blogging project, especially over the course of the last month. What began as a rather rudimentary and unfettered attempt to apply bits of psychological theory to [...]

On Being a Work of Art

"Art is the proper task of life." - Nietzsche Having just returned stateside from a week-long vacation during which I did remarkably little writing—and no blogging—my brain isteeming with ideas. For the last three days, I have been seized by a frenzied urgency to get something out. And yet, I couldn't place my finger on [...]

Four Untitled Poems

I. The hot flow of your hands softens my curled up edges irons the crumpled pages of my little leather notebook.   II. Your mouth is a bridge of speech and lightning that shelters my belly from the quake.       III. I read the typography of your thoughts on an axis of bent [...]


For as long as I can remember, my relationship to my creative endeavors has been marked by a strong desire to recoil. This is especially true of writing projects, past and present, and very well may include this blog post, which I might never look at again after I hit “Publish” (although, truthfully, this type [...]