Author of the novel GREAT DISASTERS (Tin House, 2025), and North American Stadiums (Milkweed Ed.).
Work in the The Atlantic, The Paris Review, APR, & more : )
I am...totally elated to share that my novel, GREAT DISASTERS, will be published by @Tin_House, coming Fall 2025 (!!!)
I cannot wait to share this book with you.
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Failed my Professional Development Test at work because I answered "Conflict is AVOIDABLE" rather than "Conflict is NORMAL," which taught me something about myself
Interestingly the people I observed running fastest yesterday were not the Broad Street Runners
but their friends who'd promised to cheer them on and overslept
The radio host said, “and here’s one from my very favorite artist of all time,” followed by no less than 23 minutes of screeching atonal woodwind, for which I have tremendous respect 🥂
“When I’m in a bad mood, I come here. Mostly people just pass through, like a Murnau film.
Murnau films are always about the passage: from city to country, day to night. There’s all that here: on the right, trains, the country. On the left the city.”
I'd say the biggest thing to come from my extremely occasional at-home workout routine is an acquaintance with the astonishing and eternally replenishable amount of dust on the floors of my home
“…But when you went, a streak of reality
broke in upon the stage through that fissure
where you’d left: green of real green,
real sunshine, real forest.”
- Rilke, from "Death Experienced" ❤️
Great Disasters is a stirring debut novel about six young men coming of age, and the enduring friendships that make us who we are—even as our paths diverge.
Read a letter for educators from @gradychambers87, author of Great Disasters.
https://t.co/m1GK6Oc9iw
“It’s 5 below zero in Iowa City tonight.
This year I found a warm room
That I could go to
be alone in
& never have to fight.”
- Ted Berrigan, from "Anti-war Poem" ✨
No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one’s heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.
- Cormac McCarthy, from "The Road"