The first time he calls you holy, you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt. The second time, you moan gospel around his fingers between your teeth. He has always surprised you into surprising yourself. Because he’s an angel hiding his halo behind his back and nothing has ever felt so filthy as plucking…  [ READ MORE ]

Poetry and Mystery

People who look for symbolic meanings fail to grasp the inherent poetry and mystery of the image; By asking what does this mean? they express a wish that everything be understandable. But if one does not reject the mystery, one has quite a different response. One asks other things. Everything we see hides another thing,…  [ READ MORE ]


If I failed, Adam, to gratify your every whim, look me in the eye, ask that I leave by blue dusk to mask the flame of my hair, your tearful shame only witnessed by our Sculptor as you demand He mold another. Make certain she is formed from you so she will never question the…  [ READ MORE ]

Desire to make Art

It seems to me that the desire to make art produces an ongoing experience of longing, a restlessness sometimes, but not inevitably, played out romantically, or sexually. Always there seems something ahead, the next poem or story, visible, at least, apprehensible, but unreachable. To perceive it at all is to be haunted by it; some…  [ READ MORE ]

Married Men

…are married. You know this. You were at their wedding. What they say should land as if your dad said it, or your brother. None of it means harm: the way you look in a pair of jeans, how long your lipstick lasts, how good the oysters are, how fresh. Married men are the lead…  [ READ MORE ]

Blood and Water

“Blood is thicker than water”, when used in the context of family over friends, is in fact a wildly incorrect bastardisation. The true, full quote is “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” and refers to relationships forged by choice holding deeper meaning than those of mere biology. “Sarah &…  [ READ MORE ]

Lot’s Wife

Do you remember when we met in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless, and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing you, when we were young, and blushed with youth like bruised fruit. Did we care then what our neighbors did in the dark? When our first daughter was born on…  [ READ MORE ]

The Sandwich Man

On the subway there’s a couple that can’t stop kissing. They’re standing by the door and devouring each other. Kiss/ smile/ kiss/ smile– it’s kind of sweet but kind of annoying too because they’re so close that it’s hard not to watch them. Kiss/ smile/ kiss/ loooong look, etc. The train makes three or four…  [ READ MORE ]

Love Selectively

Before you fuck up and call her anything less than her name, before you grab her by the arm you need to know the trigger that you are pulling at. You need to know that the safety is never on. You need to know her history before you tell me that this isn’t my business….  [ READ MORE ]

Trigger an experience

Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we…  [ READ MORE ]