I imagine some of you folks aren’t familiar with that name.  Let’s rectify that.

That Evening Sun is an adaptation of one of Gay’s short stories.  I can’t believe I haven’t heard about it until now.
Here’s an excerpt of Provinces of Night, in my opinion, his best work.  In Provinces and in his first, The Long [...]

It’s the colors that I remember most.  The room is dim but lit sourcelessly. I can see the walls, cream colored, and the sheets I’m tangled in as pink like a conch.  And your hair, dark as the corners of the room, dark as the door.  You get into bed and I put my arm [...]

You’ll find I’m not one for titles.  I want to preface all this by saying that I am a writer–shock– and alongside sleeping, breathing, eating, and the latter’s natural follower, writing is something that keeps me together.  Like all writers I fuck with things a little.  I smudge here, smear, stretch.  My novels are never [...]

“Bonedriven” from Bush’s second album, Razorblade Suitcase.  I grew up on this band.
I know there’s no reason for things like this.  No higher order, at any rate, than cause and effect.  But I like to weigh things, proves they’re real, maybe– being heavy.  I took a wonderful trip last year that ended in a speeding [...]

It’s been a topic whirling around the various lit-and-writer’s blogs lately, what with the economy, the Kindle, and, well, technology as a whole: what role does the writer play in this climate? Comma, what role does the writer play beyond his or her own writing?  Comma, what is all this technology doing to us in [...]

Today has been horrible.  Unequivocally.  From about hour two onward.  But I remembered what I was thinking last night.  Various little thoughts.  Moments in my life, memories that bring me pleasure.  And I remembered it today, thanks to Clowncar, when he said “gravy.”  I had a physics teacher who said that.  He was also my [...]

She made a 19 second video of herself, in her room, at the mirror.  All manner of disarray, bottles of all those mystifying things men have no use for–scarves(?), beads, makeup brushes.  There’s a nice song playing in the background.  I can see her chair, her desk, something on the mantel.  But it’s taken me [...]

I’ve written more here since I’ve gotten the blog together than I wrote in a month at My Heart’s Porch.  May be something you’ll have to get used to.
The above is Modest Mouse, a band I could go on and on about.  They’re great.  We’ll leave it at that.  The first post here, “The Blog [...]

So, I wake up this morning, yeah?  Had made plans to write 2,000 words today, since I’ve slacked the past few.  So, I’m trucking along, plow through a thousand in two hours.  I break for food and some real world stuff (starting off pretty great, too, like the writing) and as I finish eating I [...]

I am mostly satisfied with the way ITLOTLE looks. I am entirely satisfied with how the acronym for my blog resembles Nahuatl, the name for a collection of Mayan languages. (Yolteotl means heart of God, for instance, and ixtli means face).
But!  I thought I’d ask what you folks would like to see.  Maybe [...]