Slow Retreat

I’m making my slow retreat from here, this place. This non-place of shimmering nowheres, this network of will-o-the-wisps, built by war and fed by id. We were never in control. It never had those qualities inherent to all Good Things. Mostly, my body is beginning to remember that it will die. My hands ache, and … More Slow Retreat


I started reading this for secular reasons, but wound up being very relevant to my recent animist pursuits of understanding plastics, fossil fuels, and art. Plastiglomerate is a new pseudo-geological substance created from the merging of melted plastics with sand that’s been found on Kamilo beach in Hawai’i. This piece is less an analysis of … More Plastiglomerate

On Anthropolatry

In his first post at, Greer makes use of a term that describes something I was looking to talk about, that’s currently sitting in my drafts. I’ll probably put that out in a few days. At any rate, “anthropolatry” is exactly what you think it is: the elevation of humanity to goodhood, and the … More On Anthropolatry

The Human Initiation

More and more I’m feeling like being human in any meaningful sense – in the sense that gives us the impetus to worship Gods, to know our place, to have respectful relationships with things rather than antagonistic ones – is a series of initiations, and that more and more, this idea of progress is so … More The Human Initiation

The Child

It was too late when I found you Gasping and shivering; the cool hand of death was near Your blood ran down my fingers, stained my flesh And I felt the desperation of your small, new heart Then you were still. I covered you with flowers before covering you with dirt Before covering you with … More The Child

I lived on the beach with one foot in fatal salt water and one foot on a billion grains of sand. The brink of the infinite there was too like writing’s solitude. Each sentence hung over an abyssal ocean or sky which held all possibilities, as well as the possibility of nothing. In June and … More