jay t. kuiper

biblical hangovers and amateur photography

Ida Remembered

Wraiths appear for Ida as they have nightly for almost two weeks, in five second increments, between the hours of seven and ten p.m.

Tuesday and the Terro Traps

Tuesday dreams of ants. They circle a glass of water in the morning.


Jeff Bezos is the richest person alive—do you think he has a shot at trillionaire?

The InLit

“Once the writer in every individual comes to life (and that time is not far off), we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding.” —Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

Phat was her

Ampersands are fat-jowled men in wigs, or pigs thinking.

The first stone

Peter had only just finished rereading his favorite book, about an ape and a canine, when a rock hit his living room window.

That Whitsun and that toad work

I shave my face and listen to Philip Larkin on YouTube when I feel too high to exist.


My writing seems on hold for the week as my girlfriend and I purchase a home. My drinking is not on hold.

Departure and displacement

Life is the liquid in a glass half full. And your friends are bobbing in it, alongside you, until they're not.

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