jay t. kuiper

biblical hangovers and amateur photography



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.

Where Spring and Camp Creek meet

My favorite writers report you never get over the feeling you're an amateur writer. No small comfort, but somehow a small win.

The grips

Something I don't do during the week anymore is drink hard alcohol. Last night I drank a Negroni in celebration.

The shape of beer

Two of my favorite movie theaters serve beer to those twenty-one and older with a valid ID. This is a new, thrilling experience for me.

Timon of Athens

Aside from whores, there are no parts for women in Timon of Athens.

Tamar untrammeled

Firstborns are treated with contempt by the authors of Genesis, and rightly. They're idiots. As a firstborn, I never loved the book.

Autumn leaves

As my property stands now, tree branches have overgrown it, the garden box is six times its height in twisted vine, the lawn can hide my dog, and a rat has bored a maze through my dried compost bins.

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