Deer Hunt mosaic from Pella, Macedonia, 4th-century BC
1,817 words
I am a writer, who became a teacher, and then again a writer. Now I teach and never write. Writing is the only thing I’ve ever been good enough at that I could legally use to make money; that is, to survive in the bourgeois world. To date my total income from writing is $50.00. It turns out I don’t write for money, but writers never do.
The Pathos of Proximity:
Violent Writing, Part One
2,196 words
For Marshall, who showed me another way.
The lady stumbled through the door of the dojo, a blur of blonde hair and blue sundress, pushing her little boy with one hand and holding a phone to her ear with the other. Read more …