In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 8: Old Colony, Part 4

If Not Ashamed to Walk with Dirty Hands After the police search, my father chopped up the antenna into small pieces and drowned the transmitter in…


My Whole Philosophy

Like Kant and Hölderlin Withal: The Ontological New-Romantic Period According to Paweł Markiewicz This is a philosophy that Paweł Markiewicz has…


6 to 6: The Standard

It was mid-day and hot as usual in Tucson, the sun hanging there like an angry fundamentalist. Five sorority girls left their dorm building and…


In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 8: Old Colony, Part 3

Antenna for Borsch Antenna At the end of June, my parents were honored to buy a radio. The device was one of the cheapest, and therefore was one of…


6 to 6: The Road to the Casino Del Sol

Four Buddhists, dressed in orange robes, fold themselves into my cab outside the colossal brass doors of La Paloma, a lavish resort on the north side…


Should Richard Power Kill Himself?

For the record, my first draft of this is being written in Comic Sans MS because fuck you. That’s not relevant, but it is the case. And that opening…


In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 8: Old Colony, Part 2

Forty Trampled Attempts to give me a nickname resumed in third grade. Probably everything grows in childhood. I was no exception. Along with the…


6 to 6: The Double

132 West Jacinto, Apartment 6 I pull my cab up to 132 West Jacinto and park. Rosalita Morales is 23 years old. She has big, lumpy formations on her…


In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 8: Old Colony, Part 1

My parents got a separate apartment, when I had not yet gone to school, in a new building on the "circle,” as Victory Square was called in…


Last of the Vigorous Years

"Open my eyes to another reality." --- Fernando Pessoa Life sucks. A lot of people say it sucks way too much. People like Voltaire and David Foster…