Magnificent Octopus

"À propos, sometimes when we address a woman," continued the buttoned-up Walter Frommer, "we might gain the impression that s...

The imaginary anthropologist remained with me after I finished university. I would summon her to narrate the simplest interactions when I tr...

It seems easier on balance not to read the news. Some do and some don't, but it's easier not to. When they look at the planet it...

Such that I began to write a book about the real, breathing body of Ravicka, which I couldn't reach by walking toward it and couldn'...

Anticipation, when it occurs, often makes me animated and expansive, as if I am perhaps reviving and honing my senses in preparation for the...

You can't stay married to someone for ever just because they climb out of your attic one afternoon. Or can you? How else do we make thes...

The truth is no one knows when they are making their biggest or most significant decisions. No one understands their own decisions. The woma...

Here were the contents of his wandering consciousness: Was this a new bedspread? Was this abstract painting the same in every room of the ho...

I'm fed up with sincerity. All I want is to be a complete asshole. To be negative about everything. To hate people. To feel contempt for...

What are you looking for? she had asked me. I think about it. A place for these dreams that I don't know what to do with? This weekend ...

I've been grieving for my cat for six weeks now. She's alive, but we don't know what her future looks like. Every 8 hours I put ...

I perform in art time and in real time, and you can't tell the difference — no one knows how to separate a real act from an art act in m...

But something is lost here. While filmed sex seemingly opens up a world of sexual possibility, all too often it shuts down the sexual imagin...

The Art of Vanishing , by Lynne Kutsukake, transported me across time, space, and culture. Set in the 1970s (odd to call it a historical nov...

Looking up at the heavens she howled and cried until she grew hoarse, but even after her voice had given out, her whole body continued to sh...

There was no touch as instantaneous and intuitive as the gaze. It was close to being the only way of touching without touch. Language, by co...

how had some people worked it out made kink a natural part of their lives that was the dream was it to assimilate kink into capitalism along...