I’m sick and tired of how and whenWe’re short of money so make it, then. -Faust pt. II Pulp, wet and left with traces,Staining hands like wounds would. The fuel of the turnscrew: … Continue reading Circulation
"Abolition of wages," "abolition of town and country," "abolition of family," "abolition of religion," "abolition of labor..." What does it mean to "abolish?" In the most simple sense it means to simply get rid of, to end, to be done with. And yet it seems more complicated than that. The use of the term "abolish" … Continue reading Notes on “Abolition” and “Revolution”
I’m excited to share that I’ve had three poems - “Tenant,” “The Base From Which I Have Grown,” and “A Moment Before the Second Big Bang” - published by the excellent Unlikely Stories Mark V website. You can read them here, and check out the other excellent writing, art, and creative output on their website. … Continue reading New Published Poems in Unlikely Stories
Mandatory New Year’s reflections This was my first full year post-college. For most of it I had my first full-time job, I’ve also been truly unemployed and trying to find more work with debt payment for the first time for the last four months. I’ve also branched out with my writing and had my first … Continue reading Brief 2019 Reflections
I’ve had the pleasure of having a weird essay “Disruptive Foundations: Bataille, History, and the Grundrisse” in the journal Acéphale. It’s got a bunch of interesting weird essays, collages, drawings and other things. You can find it on the journal’s website.
It’s been a little while here, but I’ve got a few things on the kettle while I’ve been hiatus. I recently became Associate Editor for Former People: A Journal of Bangs and Whimpers and have some more poetry that’s going to be published next month. But I’ve also released a Tabletop Game tool called “100 … Continue reading Tabletop Product: “100 Demands from a Fey”
I.The slush engraved with tire tracks translucence, muddying the purity of a shitstain Earth boils, makes smoke Rises up through the snow A bootprint, a coal mine, a smokestack These natural states of things That ensure no clean slates They impress They are washed away They … Continue reading Drafts: Dirty Poems