Signs and Exformations

A Heap of Broken Images

On the night that Maybe Aaron was killed, I hadn’t even wanted to go to the fair. It happened on a typical evening, possibly a Tuesday or a Friday, and I had no plans other than to stay home and listen to the cassettes I had recently purchased. I must have been sixteen at the time — old…

In Which the Author Contemplates a Popular but Problematic Argument

Lately, I’ve seen many bewildered, outraged, or downright apoplectic Facebook statuses and tweets and memes and full-length articles, all of which ask why we’re even talking about helping Syrian refugees when we have homeless and starving veterans and…

A Garden Where the Sun always Shines: Regarding Shauna

While I finish the spring semester and have little time for new writing, I thought I’d post another blast from the past. The article below was first posted on my personal website. Everyone who read it had good things to say. Maybe…

The Ten Zombie Films You Must See Before You Re-Animate

Here’s something I wrote a year or two back for my website. Some people liked it, so I’m re-posting here until some new content is available. Here goes…

Dispatches from Minneapolis and other Points Abroad, #AWP15 — V

NOTE: What follows is a hastily composed, mostly unedited account of this year’s AWP from my perspective. I don’t claim that it’s representative of anyone else’s experience.

Day 5

Dispatches from Minneapolis and other Points Abroad, #AWP15 — IV

NOTE: What follows is a hastily composed, mostly unedited account of this year’s AWP from my perspective. I don’t claim that it’s representative of anyone else’s experience.

Day 4

Dispatches from Minneapolis and other Points Abroad, #AWP15 — III

NOTE: What follows is a hastily composed, mostly unedited account of this year’s AWP from my perspective. I don’t claim that it’s representative of anyone else’s experience.

Day 3