Gratitude
A Sermon
Josiah Duran
The High-School Essay Problem
There’s a problem that crops up for the argumentative writer which I call “the high-school essay problem.”
In high school, you’re taught—I was, at least—to stake out, early in your essay, a clear thesis. A claim you’ll go to bat for, a hill you’ll
Missing
You and I go back a long ways, back to kitchen counter conversations and air-conditioned afternoons. I paced the tile floors and sucked a spoon of peanut butter, you pounded water and leaned against the cabinets. We were young in those days, sure of ourselves. We had everything in the
I Saw Masquerade
And I liked it even better than Ariel's Undersea Adventure
Dress Like You’re Selling Something
As a writer, I like to find words for things. String of words that build strangely compelling phrases. Lone words that encapsulate. Even technical terms bring delight—how satisfying it is to distinguish electrocution from electrification, to know an aviary from an apiary!
Add to this my love for good
Sitting Down on a Wet Afternoon to Write
My books are all organized and stacked on the floor, my chamomile-rooibos-mint blend is brewed up and just slightly too warm to drink, a jazz record that I picked without great discretion or taste is playing from my computer—the mood is conducive to writing. So, let’s write.
But:
My Life Without a Smartphone
A Memoir?
Let’s Be Romantics
An Antidote to Anomie
Button Reviews
I'm going to go easy on you...
Moby Dish
Call me Dishmael...