
I look for the creature in a Florida spring, but I don’t see any signs of him. There’s no gilled body in the hydrilla. No webbed hands in the sand. Instead, I see other creatures. A turtle glides toward the dock. A fish jumps like a skipping stone. Two manatees float far outside the swim…

Location: Clearview Oaks Community, Kenneth City, Florida Date(s): A collection of months across Spacetime Overview of Activity: Staying with my mother while she recuperates from hernia surgery and going for runs on the weekends. Most runs take place in the late morning and early afternoon, the neighborhood sights and opportunities for rumination and reflection and…

“By its regression to magic under late capitalism, thought is assimilated to late capitalist forms.” –– Theodor Adorno, 1947 mall witch blonde with a finger green from an oxidized pentagramring – talking about the boxesshe’s let the stars put her intotalking salad and lunching1 the patina of cool just that — weakas the green fingers…

From Notes from the Archivist I’m laying on the beach with nothing between my body and the grainy mud and sargassum on the shore. I’m prickling from a sunburn all over, but the ground is cool. I flip over to lay on my back, with wet, brown leaves glued to my stomach like stinking bandages.…
