Posts Tagged: Hemingway

correspondence 12.05.16

Dear G–

My toenails are chipped. They used to be black but it’s been a month since I stepped outside. I turned 43 today and you can’t turn 43 with chipped nails…

correspondence 12.05.16

Dear G–

My toenails are chipped. They used to be black but it’s been a month since I stepped outside. I turned 43 today and you can’t turn 43 with chipped nails…

correspondence 15.04.16

I am reading Hemingway’s short story, Mr and Mrs Elliot, and there’s this line:

She had seemed younger, in fact she had seemed not to have any age at all, when Elliot married her after several weeks of making love to her after knowing her for a long time in her tea shop before he had kissed her one evening.

correspondence 15.04.16

I am reading Hemingway’s short story, Mr and Mrs Elliot, and there’s this line:

She had seemed younger, in fact she had seemed not to have any age at all, when Elliot married her after several weeks of making love to her after knowing her for a long time in her tea shop before he had kissed her one evening.

have you seen gordon flanders???

So a fellow writer on Conceited Crusade has gone rogue. A semi-feral loose in New York. I’m not worried— he was always a ghost of a ghost in my machine. And yet, it’s been a while and I miss hearing

have you seen gordon flanders???

So a fellow writer on Conceited Crusade has gone rogue. A semi-feral loose in New York. I’m not worried— he was always a ghost of a ghost in my machine. And yet, it’s been a while and I miss hearing

sharks ate my post

I woke this morning with an image of a city set adrift on an ocean. There must be a story there, or a poem at least, I thought. I was Hemingway’s old man hauling the great fish home even as

sharks ate my post

I woke this morning with an image of a city set adrift on an ocean. There must be a story there, or a poem at least, I thought. I was Hemingway’s old man hauling the great fish home even as