Today my book proposal went to the publisher’s desk for the second time. Well, not just HIS desk. The heads of every department, from distribution to graphics, gather for semi regular meetings to discuss which book they’re going to invest 1000’s of dollars in before throwing it onto the quivering, leprosy-stricken remains of the publishing industry…
Older ladies, who still color and set their hair and know how to email, sure they’re fine. Whatever. But the Bills of the world, they do something to me. Cowboy shirt, faded, not worn ironically. Khaki shorts showing the white scars of his knee surgeries, and clean white socks pulled up the calf. Straw…
I only went because I thought I might be able to still see my parent’s house on the hill from the parking lot. Also I thought maybe the doors would be unlocked. And maybe I could sit alone in familiar stifled silence, rubbing my finger pads over those same those burnt orange- carpeted pews,…
Something different today. I found an in-congruently charming archive of vintage pornography photos from the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The sex and bodies depicted was fascinating in their lack of varnish. But more fascinating were the faces of the women. I went through the archive that depicted actual acts of intercourse (no mistaking…
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