Speculative criticism is a true, present fiction, but for the nearer future than speculative fiction. A writing colleague, Ismar advises...

We first chatted on Facebook. We were perhaps ‘friends’ who didn’t actually know each other. I may have seen him on Grindr or a sex app,...

I’m writing a book on my mid-life crisis it would seem. A mantra for the second half-life has begun to emerge this catharsis: Talk to who...

Upon pitching a publishing idea you have offered me a range of excuses and feigned offence in the end. Let me see if I get this right....

I didn’t care much for sports in junior high. The first year of high school would be easier than these exposed junior high years outside...

A friend and colleague once asked me a few times, why I care so much? I was recently home to Tennessee and I was reminded of the...

I didn’t learn anything at swarthmore. I did not take a class on logic there whereby I gained an ivy league sense of rationale. I do not...

You came in the form of a year. 2017 to be precise. You were not one or the other of its happenstances. You were the sum of its parts....

I don’t think I know enough about the historic camps of Café de Flore and Les Deux Magots on Saint-Germain des Prés in Paris. Both were...

Oh email. You are not you. You are not Gertrude or Renato, Daniel or Danielle. You are not George or Sidd, Rapha or Paula. You are not...

The birthplace of the racist, white supremecist kkk is my homestate of Tennessee. Pulaski. I am back in NYC for a week. It is...

I flew home from Paris on the Norwegian airliner … the one that has the ‘smoke over’ windows. I requested an aisle seat, so I didn’t get...

I really don’t know where I am right now. I do, but my energy level hasn’t calibrated to Brooklyn yet. I’m nice, courteous even, to...

I haven’t hit ‘publish’ on number forty-three because I can intuit repercussions for what I want to say. Even if I think I’ve pieced...

George had his day off today. I work at home. On two occasions I was bugging him because he was bugging me. Both times he brushed me off...

Eduardo sells peppers on Rua Humaitá at the intersection where Rua Martiniano de Carvalho becomes Rua dos Bororós. In front of the meat...

The first big building is being built on our street. She sat on the planter in front of the last remaining individual family house on the...

Gentrification is when cashews can cost twice as much at a new — freshly designed — shoppe across the street from the Northeastern...

Madame Satã is a club near where George and I want to move to in Bixiga. It sits on a corner painted black. The gargoyle on the roof is...

I know it doesn’t wear well. What I’m doing. You are right — therapeutically speaking — the weight of it can be bad for me. But, I remind...

Yesterday I wrote to a senior peer. Someone I wish who would consider mentoring me. I came on too strong. Will he like how much I know...

I did not speak bad about you. I spoke about you. My personality is not so much multiple, but simply different with each passing day. We...

Well, you’re finally a millionaire. It’s what you wanted. Uptown on the 6. Woman to woman. A loving friend grimace and clutch of the...

It is not often that we get to commemorate a former pet. Or perhaps not often that I care to. There is not much to say about Ruff — a dog...