I stepped my bare feet to the front of the mat for Mountain Pose, the way we begin every Ashtanga class. Ashtanga is the same, somewhat rapid series of poses every time, which means that the first time I was here I spent most of my time stumbling around and looking bewildered. But not this [...]
The last time I went home to Minnesota, I got together with my best friends from high school and we stayed up through the night — first watching an ill-advised screening of “2 Girls 1 Cup” and then recovering for the next six hours, talking and eating flan — until eventually we’d convinced Adelia to [...]
Every now and then I go through a phase where I have absolutely no desire to write, whatsoever. It generally means that I’m either being dishonest to myself about something, or I just haven’t felt real sunlight on my skin in too many days (or is it weeks, or is it months).
In my dreams you say that loneliness
has caused your teeth to diminish over time, to become thin and
bent
You pry open your lips with both hands and
I place my head in your mouth to investigate.
Your pink softness like chewing gum.
Your bones, weightless and crumbling.
If someone were to walk in the room at that moment
(Which they do, [...]
In honor of the Third Coast Audio Festival, and my friend Dennis (front center, beardy) visiting our one-pony town, we held the first annual First Coast Audio Festival: in a basement rare books store, with pizza, nice scotch, and cheap wine. Because that’s just how we roll.
Phil-the-intern, Amber, Dennis, Justin, Kara, me-as-ghost, Nickolaus