The Jackal The starving dog comes Irregularly, but always, she appears at the delta end of this dead-end street, on the last of the ...

I can’t dig up much about this photographer, other than that she’s Minneapolis-born, and Brooklyn-based. Her work is simple and surreal, and...

The Lumineers................................. Stubborn Love Ramona Falls................................... Spore Wild Belle.......

I’d like to believe that my mind never needs to pause, that there’s a constant stream of fascinating people and things and ideas in the worl...

Molt My mariner, in sum loveliness and piecemeal disappointment: I have been finding your baked-clay-coat, powder-fine, crushed into the car...

A few months ago, I saw one of Ryan Hancock's photographs--the one of the three glowing Magi lighting up a Berber carpet and Pepto walls...

The May Bed First was a blue bed, earned and made and framing both with fingertips matched overhead, and morning glories growing Offering no...

Hello little houses! It's been too long, but I'm done with my penultimate semester of PhD coursework, and human upkeep type things ...

The Wreck  I named the brown-small ghost of my childhood love after a flower, a matted stray and I would have married this, pulled from my p...

This is truly inspiring. Here is the kind of love we should all be building:

Last week Annie McClanahan came to the UofR to give her a talk based on her current book project, "Dead Pledges: Debt, Crisis, and Tw...

White and Other Things Snow makes its minimal monument: The shape of what was done to me, but not its color (remains, still) Recogn...

Wash  Imagine the ocean, raised and growing porous. Abandoning the fishes, to sputter and dry at sea bottom, like dregs. I can inhabit this ...

Nungwi . From the Parasomnia series. Recently I stumbled across the photography of Amsterdam-based Viviane Sassen , and quickly decided...

Snowfall, long nights, bright lights. Mellow tunes. Great Lake Swimmers............................. I Could Be Nothing The Colour........

Somniculous We drag our bed wherever we go. Without it we become monstrous: Our teeth ache and our moods swell and we cave inward, loving no...

Laser tag! Dirty board games! Fire pit! Copious amounts of liquor! All of these things made Christmas with my family in Wadesboro, North C...

Untitled photograph from the Thirteenth Month series. You know those marvelously itinerant people who go to Iceland or Thailand after co...