Quonset Hut

Prefab Shelter for Postfab Ideas

DELACROIX AT CONEY ISLAND

Liberty Leading the People to Nathan’s Famous

THE GOD MAP
I AM HERE
POCKET MYSTERIES
found in: old jeans
last worn: two summers ago
reason it is in my pocket: i worry i might have stolen it 
MY DOCTOR NOTE
FRIENDS ARE MORE RELIABLE THAN THE WEATHER REPORT
"I just saw a man pooping outside of my building in the east village. Spring is coming."

THE ARCTIC SUBLIME (OF THE 44TH PARALLEL)

No swimming today.

dear e.b. white, this morning i found this mouse “sleeping” in a boot print outside my barn and i thought, what would you, e.b. white, do with this mouse? (i mean other than bury it, or leave it for the neighbor’s cat to find, or write an obituary for stuart little?)  here in maine people are thrifty. they repurpose things, even dead things. they make hats. they write books.  i thought i should find, on this first day of 2014, a use for this mouse that, were it not on its side, and motionless, and on land, looks like it’s swimming. i thought of you because you are buried a quarter mile from my house, and i visit your grave a lot, but not today. there was an ice storm recently and you are too far under. instead i freed my upturned dinghy from the snow and ice because my children were using it as a small sledding hill. i chipped at the dinghy like a hungover shackleton until i freed it. then i took a picture of this mouse. i showed the picture to my husband who pronounced it ghoulish. but the mouse is swimming! i said. it’s an optimist! my husband disagreed. so other than a means of measuring our minor differences, my husband’s and mine, i don’t know what better use to make of this mouse. 
HIEROGLYPHS
Old and new. 
THE BAUHAUS JUSTIFICATION
dear mom, the reason i write all of my emails in lowercase letters isn’t because i’m rebelling against the fact that you were a high school english teacher and i never even learned how to properly use commas; it’s not because, as i often feared was the case, i suffer from low self-esteem and don’t fully believe in the merits of anything i’m writing, or, more manipulatively, because i wish to appear non-threatening and meek so as to improve my communication chances with people who need always to feel they have the UPPERCASE upper hand, even in the benign course of a casual email greeting. it is not because i am lazy. it is not because i am trying, like certain poets and people from high school, to seem unique by appearing not to give a proper grammatical fuck. it is not because i spilled coffee on my SHIFT key. it is not because we no longer care about the same things. it is apparently  because i am just so busy, so very, very busy.