BIO ME

Upon reflection, we realize most of his accomplishments have been associated with hats. When he lived in a cellar, he existed behind the burrowing beam of a miner’s hat. That was the closest he came to being a poet.

Mission

Fiction by Claire Bateman, author of The Pillow Museum.
Ever since the international oligarchy monetized the dream web, advertisements have been streaming continuously through everyone’s brains during sleep, flooding even the inchoate pre-consciousness of the unborn as they tumble in amniotic darkness preparing for a lifetime of retail opportunities.

Two Castles

K. arrives in the village at night. He crosses a wooden bridge and finds an inn to spend the night. He carries with him a small backpack and a knotty wooden walking stick. His appearance is ragged. This is the opening scene of Franz Kafka’s The Castle.

Writing, Unwriting: Ten Figures for Double-Check for Sleeping Children

Lining right up in a loosely contemporary tradition, or swoon of self-revelation, I recently self-discovered that I write fiction and poetry so I don’t have to write about them. So I can slip out of one thing and bleed all over other things. So I don’t have to double-check with reality, logic, laundry, so meaning can mean open and opening forever, a circular fan, unfixed, in flux, fragmented.