Friendship, A Semiotics ||| Blip Magazine

I have some friends with whom we discuss our parents. We say that our mothers are unhappy or overbearing, and that our fathers are infuriatingly punctual or unkind to our mothers. From these assessments, we make evaluations about ourselves, about … Continued

Infirmary Music

The first person I sang for like this was Sarah. She was twenty-six. Four months after her oncologist cut a sarcoma from her arm and gave her the all-clear; four months during which she planned her wedding and imagined her … Continued

Chasing a Ghost: Portrait of My Father

YOU DO NOT CHASE A GHOST BY LOOKING DIRECTLY BUT BY CATCHING HIS REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR. YOU LOOK BEHIND.   My father Thomas is long gone, and this year I have outlived his fifty-five years. In the forty years since … Continued

Sylvia Plath’s Room

Translated from Russian by Andrew Wachtel     Last night an icy rain fell, and in the morning it got cold. I wake up at six fifteen thinking about the cleaning lady, who is supposed to come at eight. Wednesday … Continued

Remember You Must Die

When Charmian, the senile novelist in Muriel Spark’s Memento Mori, picks up the phone and hears, “Remember you must die,” she cheerfully says yes, she does remember. The other elderly people, who also field similar phone calls, perceive the phone … Continued

Photo Essay ||| from Hypertext

                          Mother’s Lap (2003) Lagoon (2003) Fishnets (2003) *** Sarah Faust was born to artist parents in Denver, Colorado. She received her BFA from the University of Kansas … Continued