All the Little Houses will be taking a brief hiatus for the next couple of weeks while I get my shit together for year two (!!!) of PhD-ing...

The Oranges Our fingers are thick with citrus and a grey face has risen high over the kitchen clock and fallen low again. We a...

Bartholomäus Traubeck's Years piece tells us what trees sound like when they sing. Nature and technology and art and music meet and mi...

Yellow Hair/Without List I was a tree upon which moss and mushrooms had grown overnight Something was sucking up my sunlight, and ...

And now we will be eating cake.

Dead Things I'm really worried about the squirrel on the high point of the roof, sleeping, with his his belly pressed against...

There’s this steamer trunk I’ve had since middle school. It’s grey and crooked like an old elephant, and it’s covered in an unfortunate stic...

That's right kiddies. You can now weed out all of my art/music/life blather by simply visiting  http://allthelittlehouses.tumblr.com/  f...

You've got to love a surf-bum who knows his way around a paint brush. Alex Weinstein translates his love and need for the ocean i...

I've posted before about Ryan McGinley and how his photographs seem to me to be a frenzied celebration of youth. I love to look at the...