I am the autumn in the scarlet
I am the make-up on your eyes

by Chris Stein

by Chris Stein

Gowanus.

Gowanus.

Wish I were there.

29 plays

in the wild, wild west
trying my hardest
doing my best

Medicine, law, business, engineering: these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love: these are what we stay alive for.

9 plays

I am in this room right now. The shadow of the foot is rotating on the east wall. The shadow is not recognizable as a foot because of the deformation of the angle of the sun’s position behind the sign. I am seated upright in a dark-green easy chair with a cigarette burn on the right armrest. The cigarette burn is black and imperfectly round. The track I am listening to is “The Big Ship” off Brian Eno’s Another Green World, whose cover has colorful cutout figures inside a white frame.

David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

New jurisdiction.

New jurisdiction.

Sila: The Breath of the World, by John Luther Adams

Sila: The Breath of the World, by John Luther Adams

Sinead O’Connor, by Jane Bown

Sinead O’Connor, by Jane Bown

I’m just a bit run down here at the moment.

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Fatherhood, Alexandre Desplat

San Telmo

San Telmo

Have I Forgotten Anything

by Michael Teig

I go out like a slogan
in the morning. Everyone does

The cat eats a butterfly.
The sun being prolific.

It’s like a sequel.
The world moves

around in vans and I
man the mixer.

One dog barks then
the spaces between them are barking

and then a hummingbird like
a tiny green zipper opens the air.

It’s a perfect day.
All the old people start mowing.

It’s a nice day for a parade
and here comes one

moving slowly on the horizon
like an addendum.