My heart goes out to everyone, especially young folks, who have watched their plans, dreams, desires, and hopes derail over the course of this last, difficult year. Drop a link to the thing you are most proud of publishing during the last 12 months. I'd like to read it, please🤗

Today I learned "caffeinics" are a thing in medical & psychiatric science. (Like "alcoholics".) And oh boy am I fucking off the rails down & out skid row CAFFEINIC

Autobiography of Red (Carson) is my new favorite work of literature, replacing Waiting for Godot (Beckett).

Being a parent is a wonderful but very exacting order, whose stakes on the line are enormous. Not everyone is capable of becoming the kind of small saint a parent is demanded to be. Much of the evil in the world arises from our needless societal drive to coerce into procreating.

The kind of joy I have been opened into by grace and possibility never of my own making, is like a living breath flowing from a wound that cannot stop bleeding... This bandaged place is the locus of its own broke light. A loving dialogue of deep Wills in the space between us.

Housing not Haldol.

"And they livved ent laughed und loved and left." --Joyce, Finnegan's Wake. (Been exploring the Wake after finishing Ulysses, and I honestly think I may have cracked it with a theory that can account for the whole of the text, not just gesture at a signification.)

Honestly I feel bad about not being active on Twitter for so long because, frankly, it was so worthwhile to talk to many of you guys in a relatively small circle. I just felt really bummed about losing access to my old account I had already built up for literally 0 reason.

Ulysses literally makes you want to laugh, wank, cry, and pray at the same time. I have never been so moved by a piece of literature. After I finished it, I immediately did a closer, annotated re-reading of the text in a marathon following Bloomsday. Joyce is a fucking oracle.

Semi-frequent reminder that genre is a lie.

Systems of oppression are necessarily invisible while still operative. Thus, the most pressing and gross injustices of society right now are likely those that few are talking about.

-a word is elegy to what it signifies Robert Hass

Maybe it's not classically "hard lit", although many people hold the ergodic, experimental novel in high artistic esteem, but I read Mark Z. Danielewski's House of Leaves as a pre-teen, and it absolutely hooked me by showing me the limits of what literature could be. I vote this!

I'm grateful because my debut poetry collection Spin My Body through the Ark (Wipf & Stock) was taught in an undergraduate philosophy class for a "Love, Hate, & God" module! Really important milestone for me.