A few weeks ago, I dreamed of a conversion van. Its surprising presence in my dream reminded me of a van from my youth. 1994 and 19 years old. I was attending college in a suffocatingly quaint Nebraska town, hemmed in by commodity crops and abandoned ammunition bunkers.
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It’s after 8 pm and still nearly 100 degrees F. Yet I am on the patio watching swallows and bats hand off day and night. My drink tries to sweat but the…
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It’s hot here and everywhere. The forecast for today is Fahrenheit of 104, and humidity of 75. Surrounded by air this fat, the leaves of trees look more…
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The Corporeal Unreality of Catholicism's Body Symbolism
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Last night, I came across a screenshot of a tweet I made 10 years, 2 months, and 15 days ago. “Sit really still,” she said while placing sliced oranges…
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This piece is part of the 3rd Symposium (theme: Procrastination) of the Soaring Twenties Social Club, “the home of the 2020’s artistic renaissance…
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How to Treat Your Bed the Way Crocket Treated Isabella
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In my last post, I made a statement about the issues that can arise when sex is so tethered to the body that we miss the corporeality of it all. I was…
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