Tag: reading

  • How I Spent The First Day of 2018, 11:57 a.m. – 2:03 p.m.

    How I Spent The First Day of 2018, 11:57 a.m. – 2:03 p.m.

    Spoiler alert: it was drinking and reading scary short stories on the couch. Suffer The Little Children, Stephen King The Boogeyman, Stephen King There Will Come Soft Rains, Ray Brabury The Yellow Wallpaper, Charlotte Perkins Stetson Army of One, Junji Ito The Jaunt, Stephen King* Wendigo – Pt. One & Two  

  • Iambic pedantic

    I hate poetry. This is not an amazing revelation: as far back as I remember, I have always hated poetry. I’ve read a lot of it, written some of my own (my 1999 classic Cereal deserves its own matting and frame) but never, ever took a liking to it. I have a very smart friend,…

  • Exposed and naked

    Cora had believed that living built a cumulative bank of memories, thickening and deepening as time went on, shoring you against emptiness. The present was always paramount, in a way that thrust you forward: empty, but also free. Whatever stories you told over to yourself and others, you were in truth exposed and naked in…