I have just read Southeaster, a novel by the Argentine writer Haroldo Conti. For the translator, Jon Lindsay […]
Category Archive: Essays
OUTSIDE IN Leach and I leave the gallery. Dusk still hums. Texas spring dusks are Arctic. Instead of […]
My loafers had begun disintegrating. I sat with my back to the Kimbell Art Museum. Decaying spring dusk […]
In the summer of 2016, I was invited to LiteraTurm, a festival in Frankfurt am Main, as part […]
1. I don’t really know what I’m doing. I don’t really have the relevant information. However, as my […]
“ Just you wait, all of you ghosts of this room, just you wait…” ―John Fante, Ask the […]
In the summer of 2016, I was invited to LiteraTurm, a festival in Frankfurt am Main, as part […]
I’m sitting in a car I bought from my sister’s boyfriend for twenty dollars. I’m listening The The’s […]
Nothing can look, feel, be broken and perhaps be mended like a doll that is not a doll. […]
Amsterdam, 1998 (It must be noted that my recollection of events, being as they took place so long […]
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