Superposition: Clifton, Smith, and the Coexistence of Loss

“You were you, but now and then you’d change.”   -Tracy K. Smith, “Field Guide”   My first reading of Lucille Clifton’s “Dialysis” is a memory cemented in my mind, as though a lighthouse keeping me from running aground. The waves grew more turbulent, and I imagined listless whispers repeating “[I]f our dead were here, …


Other Mental States Exist

I looked at the half-gone cigarette in my hand. I became aware of a ticking and a glass table in front of me, covered in smoked cigarettes. I recognized the table, of course, and knew where I was. I answered questions.

The Story of How It Happened (or, The Rag-and-bone Collector of Hard Obsidian Problems)

A room had two wooden doors and a window. A large mirror, an unused bed, and an empty bowl occupied it. You occupied it as well. I am telling you this because this is how it happened. At the head of the bed rested a dream you wrote down and tried to remember. A dream …


​Take on the unconscious wandering of another and trace every moan back to the original thought. When opening the eyes, gaze into the abyss of someone unknown. When known, you see someone who has lost. Someone who has lost loss. Who has gained more. Lost again, gained less. Scrounged what was left. Saved bits and …

After the Future

(via Tricycle Magazine) // By Kurt Spellmeyer. "He won’t come back as a fox next time but he will still come back. Everybody does, forever." Continue reading at Tricycle Magazine.