November 11, 2019 | Fiction
I don’t smoke, I called out, but no one heard me, and I sounded uncertain.
November 7, 2019 | My First..., Nonfiction
I just remember the room dense with familiar sound, the melancholy howl of the perfectly in-tune saxophones, the electric brilliance of trumpets, a drummer with eight arms; my mother looking over at me, expectantly, as if to say, “This is what you wanted, right? This is making you happy?”
...a person is like an ocean, or a country, or a forest...
Do you remember this one?
Exposing myself to the dumbest ideas and the most hateful weirdos online triggers a chemical reaction that gives me pleasure, or something like it. A hoarder of bad ideas, stacking them all up into wobbly piles that might someday topple and crush me.
Doug Paul Case
The 550-page the Internet is for real by poet, activist, educator, and underwear model Chris Campanioni struck me earlier... more