Tag Archives: Linguistic Experiments: Non-fiction

On My Limited Experiences With Homelessness (Part 2)

Once you’re buried, how do you dig yourself up? A. In order for me to see myself as homeless, I have to see myself cut off from everyone I know, all my family, all my friends, all my acquaintances, even.  … Continue reading

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On Burning Clouds

On our transit into Houston the clouds were on fire. On the far horizon, I could see another plane hanging in the sky, surrounded by an orange entourage of clouds, their texture that of monkeybread, all bulge and wallop. [Sidenote: … Continue reading

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On Totally, Really, I’m Being Honest Here, Recovering From Being Sick and Perhaps No Longer Being Sick

Today I’m going to talk about wanting to be sick. I don’t think I’ve talked about this before.  It’s hard to be sure, since when I’m usually writing about being sick, I’m in the throes of being sick and, if … Continue reading

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On This Being Written in Only Fifteen Minutes

START CLOCK 00:00:00 When I first started researching publishing seriously (which, unfortunately, was several months after I’d started submitting my first novel to agents) (which method, by the way, in not recommended) I found a lot of publishing information through … Continue reading

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On What is Apparently a Dying Art

I’ve spent the last few days writing letters. Although I’ve done a good job keeping myself going, in the past it’s been hard for me to write many at the same time (or even within a few weeks of each … Continue reading

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On the Date Below Being Revealed as a Lie

I work in patterns.  I inhabit forms. For me, they provide creative inspiration.  It doesn’t matter whether I’m using an established form (a sonnet) or one of my own devising (say, in my most recent novel work-in-progress, using very short … Continue reading

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On Food Comas and Other Distractions for Your Brain

And it’s not even Thanksgiving! Yet here is the evidence that it is not just holidays that threaten to take our afternoons and throw them in the trash compactor so that, hours later, you wake up to find darkness has … Continue reading

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On Things Not Usually Seen During the Normal Course of Events

Namely, shoplifting. I was buying food for my cat parasite today (as well as bodily necessities for myself and Megan) and was leaving the local Kroger, contented, bag-heavy, prepared to walk home and feed my cat parasite before she made … Continue reading

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On Staying Up All Night

Which I did for the first time in a long time last night. Megan and I had a Veronica Mars marathon (the last seven or so episodes) after having a blast at the Houston Entertainicle Fundraiser Party Bash Thingie.  While … Continue reading

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On Coming of Age

I didn’t have sex until I was twenty-six. Most people think of sex as a coming-of-age event, that moment when you become a man (or a woman, though not in my case). When I tell people that I didn’t have … Continue reading

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