For the peckish…

…the second issue of The Birdseed drops today, featuring tiny works like breadcrumbs, of which my “Taxi” is one! So encouraging to see mags cropping up explicitly to dedicate space to the pieces that don’t take up much. Page through the sections—the cumulative effect will put you in a real October mood. 🍂 And speakingContinue reading “For the peckish…”

New List = new ep!

In which I (and not only I) comment on a certain, famous, now revamped list A music lover’s work is never done, is it? After wrapping season 1 of Pod Sounds, I’d planned simply to map out and slowly but surely execute season 2. And then the New List dropped. That’s right, kids: Rolling Stone,Continue reading “New List = new ep!”

Preparation of a Young Woman Film Critic

In which I make a checklist Big news: your girl was selected for the Young Critics Workshop at the Ukrainian Film Festival Berlin! From this weekend through next, I’ll be working alongside seasoned and up-and-coming writers to probe the genre of film criticism and hone the craft in order to cover this year’s premieres. ItContinue reading “Preparation of a Young Woman Film Critic”

A presto, Dante Alighieri!

In which I peer into the passato remoto (like, molto molto remoto) Dante, the poet of Italy, so famous the last name is basically superfluous, died seven hundred years ago today. Seven HUNDRED years. WHAT. He had contracted malaria while staying in Ravenna at the request of its prince, Guido II da Polenta. Scholars estimateContinue reading “A presto, Dante Alighieri!”

Lit Review(ish): WHO IS MAUD DIXON?

In which I do a rough courtroom sketch This won’t be a full review, as I’ve written for other, similar novels like Bunny and The Girls; I’m saving that for an Actual Publication I’ve spent some months trying to battering-ram my way into. (If I succeed, you’ll know.) But I can’t not comment here onContinue reading “Lit Review(ish): WHO IS MAUD DIXON?”

Never Write a Hasty Review or You Will Live to Regret It

In which I CANNOT let it be (naked) Last week I read Juliet, Naked, a novel by the illustrious Nick Hornby. It’s the third novel of his I’ve read (if you don’t count State of the Union as a novel), the first two being High Fidelity and About a Boy. Given that Hornby has madeContinue reading “Never Write a Hasty Review or You Will Live to Regret It”

More poetry!

In which new lit is lit 🔥 Ciao tutti— The lovely new lit mag Journal of Erato dropped its second issue today, entitled Hometown, in which my poem “Me and Mike #3” is featured. It began life as a fragment, a half-thought-out meditation on being away from familiar places and people. Then I realized itContinue reading “More poetry!”

Clemens > Dickens

In which I match, or mismatch, wits I just reread The Adventures of Tom Sawyer after quite a number of years, possibly predating the last time I read Huck Finn. Not only is the prose as precise and entertaining as ever, this time around has elucidated something I’ve long struggled with concerning certain contemporaries ofContinue reading “Clemens > Dickens”

From Köln Cathedral

• I nearly set fire to something yesterday out of laziness lying on the floor in the little room I’d rented on the outskirts of a city even stranger than the one I was trying to call home. Even the word home carries a note of strangeness now, as if I am only just discoveringContinue reading “From Köln Cathedral”

April Snow

• This is the walk she knows they will never take: down the jealous sidewalk where every step’s a stumble, across volcano train tracks sleepy in sunlight and screeching at the moon, toward the glassy freshwater air and the green that spills down into skirted diamond current where she kicks off her shoes without thought,Continue reading “April Snow”