Sam the barber has been cutting my hair for a long time, usually a Marine boot-camp special. I’m always taken by how delicately balanced his operation is, moving constantly from one shop to another, currently trying to hold down his chair while the greedy Chinese woman who leases the building continues to give him less hours every week. We’re Sam’s people, and we cherish his presence. His expert…
The corner convenience store has gone through several owners, an aged Indian couple, an Arab, and a Pakistani man just settling in over the last few weeks.
She bobs along the surface, the camera’s lens straining to control the shimmering pixels. The wet hair, the relaxed bather, Matisse-like, iconic, monumental, a morning swim, classical grace and elegance.
1. And so what if you receive attention?
i am you.
i am you.
i am you.
& y’all are me.
i know not what i say or do.
Sometimes my thoughts are lost even to myself,
but if i can be heard, i will be honest:
i am lost, i think( or rather, i feel as though i am[ lost, that is]).
This is the end of things unseen.
We are post-apocalyptic.
i am sinking; i’m in hell; this is…
The A3 Paper Cutter arrived promptly via UPS. Apart from a small tear in the box, the package weathered the delivery well. The A3 Paper Cutter comes ready to use, no extra parts loose in the box. This also means no instructions, but everyone knows how to use your basic guillotine paper cutter, right? Instructions…
We’re barrelling along a highway in east Texas, headed for a funeral in Mansfield, Louisiana. Cross the Sabine River, and you’re driving through a state that Napoleon Bonaparte used to own. My wife has seized the steering wheel and contacted her inner Mario Andretti, so there’s a Take No Prisoners feel to the ride.
Somehow Louisiana already feels different than Texas, smoother, sexier, easier in…
Attached magnetically on the refrigerator in our kitchen:
a white board with a countdown written on it in black dry erase marker that says “1 DAY LEFT OF MIDDLE SCHOOL !!”
I think about erasing the “1″ and writing “0,” but then I’d also have to add an “S” to “DAY.”
“0 DAYS LEFT OF MIDDLE SCHOOL !!”
I realize something that is slightly confusing: 1 is singular and 0 is plural.
Immediately I think:…
On June 2, 1916, Franz Kafka wrote in his diary: 2 June. What a muddle I’ve been in with girls, in spite of all my headaches, insomnia, grey hair, despair.