One really important thing Freud was wrong about: He was right to say that there is childhood sexuality, but he was wrong to assume that there is adult sexuality. Sex is where we go when we want to flee the
I Went and Saw Me Some Spiderman
The following was originally published at Pitchfork Media on Monday, May 20th, 2002. It has since been taken down, and I’mgrateful to William Bowers for permission to reprint it here. With the latest Spider-Man movie now gracing our theaters, ten
PING:
The balmy faucet sounds of plastic. There–in their room–their upholstered bodies they learned under the ground glass their roomy temporal selves–a perpetual tense–holding in of a cough. HERO:There is a fly a housefly no a firefly a lightning bug no
Bad Mother: A Story in Five Paragraphs
Once there was a woman with four children under the age of ten: two boys, two girls; two blond, two dark; two boisterous, two subdued. When the eldest complained that she loved him the least, she said, “No, no. That’s
Kin
I brought the girls cigarettes and magazines. Everyone told me not to; the doctors were quite clear. They’re dying, I said to the orderly who saw me slipping these treasures out from beneath my oversized black smock. She shook her
Philistines
The wave ripples like the blade on a chainsaw drenched in Kailua. We ride the peel through the metropolis, our swiftboat rattling underfoot past skyscrapers, banks and cathedrals. “It’s peaceful tonight,” Milly says. She drops her robe and flaunts her
This is Not David Markson
David Markson was not born in Quincy, MA 1974. He did not weigh 8lbs 12ounces upon delivery. He wasn’t not circumcised. David Markson did not start walking at eight months. His first moment of self-consciousness did not come while sitting
Oscar
In the other world we act worse than wolves. We gather near the gas grill and decide that any deviation from the group’s way of eating ought to be taken as a sign of other deviations, therefore should be halted
Her Voice
Neal From is a recent graduate of Colorado College with a major in poetry. He has never been published and writes poems because he loves writing poems.
Late Burial
the small sound of an old radio, some music, words I don’t understand, a nostalgic howl with lots of brass and acoustic guitar the scene where the car is buried by snow, all the cars are buried in snow, the