In college, I worked on the literary magazine, reading submissions– one of which explored the desire of a man who wants to sleep inside his lover. Like, his whole body. And he does this. Somehow, he squeezes in a foot, then a leg, torso, and so on. To her, it’s not physically painful, just boring. … More Do Not Abandon Me
Last January, around the same time an arsonist was putting bombs in people’s cars, a decapitated head was found on a hiking trail a few blocks from my house. I don’t think of myself as a city person– LA does that to you sometimes– there’s enough rolling strip malls and hiking spots to make you … More Where There Once Was a Body
“The scenic ideals that surround even our national parks are carriers of a nostalgia for heavenly bliss and eternal calmness.” – Robert Smithson I am not certain about my own nostalgia nor others expectations, but I am perhaps too aware of my body as a pool of water trying to connect to other bodies of … More Dreams of Robert Smithson at Leadbetter Beach
Revising Loneliness 