One last (I promise!) telegram, to perhaps be filed under “pestering,” but here goes:
The campaign for my second book, Great Known, is ticking down to its... Read more
Dear venerable and kind Cedar Toothpick backers,
Hello (three years later)!
A quick note to note that I’ve launched a Kickstarter campaign for Great Known: An Autobiographical Cairn, a... Read more
Kindling (Notes on Cedar Toothpick)
Story about hiking in the forest. It is summer. The sun is up, the sky is blue, chipmunks are anthropomorphically charming, and the clouds are feathery and benign. You... Read more
(A sizeable chunk of you are New Yorkers, and so I'll leave this note here for the moment.)
I'll be leading something of a troglodytic story circle in... Read more
In Old Biscuit Tin
(The Last Update)
In Brooklyn farmhouse, up in attic, in old biscuit tin, in moldering photo album held together by butcher’s twine:
Portrait of the author and his protagonist.... Read more
Your copy of Cedar Toothpick is somewhere between Here and There (and quite possibly up in the air). All Cedars have been packed, stamped, stamped again, and again,... Read more
Cedar Toothpick smells like the chest of drawers in the back bedroom in the cabin by the creek, in Upstate New York, where I’ve spent most of the Christmases of... Read more
Have been up in mountains as of late, and offline as can be (only method of communication was to pass messages on through crows circling overhead). Back down once again... Read more
And so that’s that.
The end. By which I mean, of course, the beginning.
Cedar will be printed this September. Backers will receive their signed, numbered, and stamped first edition... Read more
At the Expense of the Local Squirrels
Pinching myself. Knuckling my eye sockets. Still wondering if maybe I'm dreaming these numbers, or mixing up decimal points. (3,465 dollars? No, no, I'm sorry, dear sir, there's... Read more
(Or: In lieu of a biographical statement, the author invites the dear reader into his turtle shell.)
At the foot of ul. Retoryka, a stone’s throw from the Wisła riverbank... Read more
Out Loud to the Caterpillars
I began to write Cedar Toothpick while hiking.
There were long and sedentary stretches of table-bound revising, to be sure, in Brooklyn and Kraków. But seeds for the diorama... Read more
Out Loud to the Bumblebees
(Or: In Lieu of a Video)
Audio description of the Cedar project. Recorded by Stefan in the park this afternoon, whilst sprawled in a meadow abuzz with the bumble... Read more