• My friend Andryusha has been visiting from Michigan this week, and last night to ride out a crazy rain storm we layed about in my living room reading Eileen Myles poems together. As the rain began to pass and I sank deeper into the seedy gay world of the poet, I had this sort of…

  • I used to be very concerned (possibly until very recently) with thinking abstractly. Maybe because I thought it was cool, but maybe because I also felt the need to prove I had something to say, without being in a place of knowing how to say it. I liked to take big ideas, mash them together…

  • My Mother’s Mother’s Mother I dont know when, but sometime during the year my mother and her mother both died I took an interest in my matrilineal line, an area of my family I had never much considered before. In the months leading up to her death, I remember twice sitting down with my mom…