July 24, 2014
"You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be."

On the day that he died Spencer Holligan once again thought of Virginia Woolf. He knew nothing of voices and auditory hallucinations, but he knew something of the certainty in the indomitable perpetuity of this sort of affliction, and when his mind traveled over that great expanse of time to commune with her his heart briefly swooned, soothed by the presence of a fellow citizen of the great nation of tragedy and exhaustion. The feeling of kinship took him in with its proprioceptive warmth, and with a quiet joy he stepped off of le Viaduc de Millau into the welcoming air.  

July 11, 2014

Leaving the Bay Area behind.

Spending the summer in the Netherlands.

See you in August New York. 

May 15, 2014
You Sit, And You

I know you would have me sit and bleed, and I’d gladly give my one remaining pint, but I am scared of leaving you alone and the last of what remains in me reeks of shame. 

April 21, 2014

Anonymous said: Please come to NYU!!!! I feel like your voice as a writer would really fit in with the city.

I’ll be headed to New York this fall to be an MFA student in NYU’s Creative Writing Program.

April 9, 2014

Anonymous said: What school will you be attending next year for your mfa?

Will be making that decision on/before April 15th. This outlet will be the first to know.

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