“Language is my whore, my mistress, my wife, my pen-friend, my check-out girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square or handy freshen-up wipette. Language is the breath of God, the dew on a fresh apple, it’s the soft rain of dust that falls into a shaft of morning sun when you pull from


As Grand-Ork of the ninth subplanet in our Hadar System, I urge you to consider all beings equally and as equals. There has been a long-standing debate, that I happen to be well aware of, regarding the intrinsic worth of those fellow citizens who are in the possession of a number of tentacles that is

The hallmark of being human is that we can carry a story within us that aspires to more than our own pleasure, to a goal beyond the satisfaction of what we momentarily desire

Reading: Shorter American Memory of the Declaration of Independence by Rosmarie Waldrop

Rosmarie Waldrop (b. 1935) is a German poet who emigrated to the United States in the late 1950s. She is the acclaimed translator of the poetry of Edmond Jabès. Unknown to her work, I poured over what is of her poetry available online and stumbled upon this funny idea. Shorter American Memory of the Declaration