Joseph Schreiber

180° from Here — Kirsten Mosher THE OCEAN IS WOOD. We ride sun-drenched orange and yellow waves. Swim in-line along the grain. Knots redirect currents. Time passes in rings. We reach nautical miles by tonguing and grooving. Intox…

"THE OCEAN IS UPHOLSTERY, a couch. Its velvet pile turns aquamarine as the wind brushes against it. Pillows tossed atop an expanse of fabric, ripple and swell disappearing into an overcast horizon. "

80° from Here — Kirsten Mosher minorliteratures.com/2025/12/09/1...

This link will take you to the @minorliteratures.bsky.social portal for our winter 2025 nonfiction submission window. There's room in there for you to submit your strange, wonderful, original essays. Open for the month of December.
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This link will take you to the @minorliteratures.bsky.social portal for our winter 2025 nonfiction submission window. There's room in there for you to submit your strange, wonderful, original essays. Open for the month of December.
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That's beautiful!

Black and white photo a building with warped and convoluted dimensions further distorted by a fish eye lens.

Canadian-born architect Frank Ghery has died. My only encounter with his surreal designs was the UTS Business School in Sydney, Australia. Known as the "paper bag" building it demanded I capture it with a fish eye lens!
RIP.

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Machado Version 1 [Retrato] — Robin Munby On pilgrimage of celebrants there I clamber and Heavenways,on the uplift carried surgeward vertexing to cumuloskies;my laddering, stepto highto and reaching for Paradise;my fallingly, inchasmic and…

Machado Version 1 [Retrato] — Robin Munby minorliteratures.com/2025/12/04/m...

Books: Anomaly by Andrej Nikolaidis, translated from the Montenegrin by Will Firth, and Advent by Gunnar Gunnarsson, translated from the Danish by Phillip Roughton.

Recent book arrivals. Advent, a classic Icelandic novella written in Danish, seemed like nice light holiday fare. Anomaly, knowing Nikolaidis, is likely a more demanding read, but set on New Year's Eve on the last day of the last year of human existence it's still seasonal, no?

Limping into December Nothing like a car accident with the attendant whiplash and concussion—not to mention worrying about whether the impaired driver who hit me has been tracked down, let alone insured, and questions a…

Just a few thoughts...
Limping into December roughghosts.com/2025/12/02/l...

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"Entering a text to translate it is finding a word or phrase that acts as a key opening a door into the world that the text describes. I use that door to enter that world."

“A Word as a Key Opening a Door:” An Interview with R. J. Dent — Matthew Kinlin R.J. Dent is a renowned translator of French literature, whose published significant works include The Songs of Maldoror(Infinity Land Press), The Flowers of Evil (Incunabula), Speculations(Black S…

"I just write. I love writing. I always have. And, as with my reading, when it comes to writing, I make no distinctions with regards to form or genre. I read secular, sacred and profane texts ..."

R.J. Dent talks to @matthewkinlin.bsky.social

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Winter submission windows for @MinorLits are now open for fiction, nonfiction, and experimental.

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The Artist. A Maquette. — Jen Adams Begin in medias res, prose style spare. A hot day, a white room, a spattered wooden workbench. In a corner, a kiln. A space of lack, within which objects harden into being. Demonstrate rather than …

"Demonstrate rather than describe the Artist’s appeal. Visitors throb around him; the woman darts glances his way. Ignoring his public, the Artist is silent."

The Artist. A Maquette. — Jen Adams minorliteratures.com/2025/11/27/t...

Book: "tamil terrains: poems translations reflections"

In my current post-car accident fog, a beam of light shines through. And, by the way, all books should come with a coordinated bookmark. @tracepress.bsky.social

Counting, accounting and recounting: The Folded Clock by Gerhard Rühm two! one two  – one two  –  three! .        two one two three  –   four .       two “a recounting,” the first number poem you encounter in Gerhard Rühm’s The Folded Clock, opens with a lengthy note…

ICYMI I wrote about Gerhard Rühm's collection of 100 number poems, translated by Alexander Booth @wordkunst.bsky.social @twistedspoon.bsky.social
Counting, accounting and recounting: The Folded Clock by Gerhard Rühm roughghosts.com/2025/11/26/c...

Counting, accounting and recounting: The Folded Clock by Gerhard Rühm two! one two  – one two  –  three! .        two one two three  –   four .       two “a recounting,” the first number poem you encounter in Gerhard Rühm’s The Folded Clock, opens with a lengthy note…

Counting, accounting and recounting: The Folded Clock by Gerhard Rühm, translated by Alexander Booth @wordkunst.bsky.social @twistedspoon.bsky.social #GermanLitMonth
roughghosts.com/2025/11/26/c...

Counting, accounting and recounting: The Folded Clock by Gerhard Rühm two! one two  – one two  –  three! .        two one two three  –   four .       two “a recounting,” the first number poem you encounter in Gerhard Rühm’s The Folded Clock, opens with a lengthy note…

Counting, accounting and recounting: The Folded Clock by Gerhard Rühm, translated by Alexander Booth @wordkunst.bsky.social @twistedspoon.bsky.social #GermanLitMonth
roughghosts.com/2025/11/26/c...

Asmi Kartikeya on a Marxist poet, the Indian New Wave, biography, space, time and the ghosts of knowledge.

Muktibodh: A Presentiment of Salvation, the Filmic in the Ruins of Civilization — Asmi Kartikeya (On a Marxist poet, the Indian New Wave, biography, space, time and the ghosts of knowledge) (Ranbir Kaleka, ‘Not Anonymous Waking to the obscure fear of a new Dawn’, Single channel projection on m…

"Intimacy and alienation coexist, coalesce to form the arcane, the realm of the spectral, where ghosts as old as the advent of language live, breathe, and rot ..."

Muktibodh: A Presentiment of Salvation, the Filmic in the Ruins of Civilization — Asmi Kartikeya

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Asmi Kartikeya on a Marxist poet, the Indian New Wave, biography, space, time and the ghosts of knowledge.

Muktibodh: A Presentiment of Salvation, the Filmic in the Ruins of Civilization — Asmi Kartikeya (On a Marxist poet, the Indian New Wave, biography, space, time and the ghosts of knowledge) (Ranbir Kaleka, ‘Not Anonymous Waking to the obscure fear of a new Dawn’, Single channel projection on m…

Muktibodh: A Presentiment of Salvation, the Filmic in the Ruins of Civilization — Asmi Kartikeya
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Here at the end of the world: The Sorrow of Angels by Jón Kalman Stefánsson The boy sticks his head all the way out and his black hair whitens, the ground lies everywhere beneath a thick layer of the sorrow of angels, no grazing either in pasture or on beach, all the lives…

ICYMI, I wrote about the second installment of Jón Kalman Stefánsson's Trilogy of the Boy, finaly available in North America from @biblioasis.bsky.social #IcelandicLit
Here at the end of the world: The Sorrow of Angels by Jón Kalman Stefánsson roughghosts.com/2025/11/23/h...

Thanks, JP. Good thoughts are always welcome.

Thanks. I worked with survivors of brain injury for many years so I do know what to watch for.

Thanks, Jacqui. Still getting over the shock. At 3 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon you don't expect to be rear ended by someone so impaired who then turns and takes off!

Thanks. I'll be in pain, but nothing that won't resolve. My poor old car is another story. 🙂

Yes, I have a heating pad. My son and I went in to urgent care just to make sure everything was okay. I was in such shock. Insurance where I live automatically covers physiotherapy and such regardless of whether the police can find the other driver (or if she is insured). She was just wasted.