Category Archives: How To Survive Your Death

Dear Em, Your life means I can’t keep drifting through my eternity without some sort of markers along the way. I still occasionally forget the century, but, not much, not too often any more. It’s just a matter of time. … Continue reading →

Dear Em, I’m not sure how much detail you want. I think I’ll spare you the full on description of how I kill and how I get rid of the body. It’s true, if you leave somebody who’s been bitten, … Continue reading →

Dear Em, Who is your father? I feel like I’ve got to write in euphemism now to soften this for you, but, that’s not fair to you or this life-affirming story of death. If your second question is something you … Continue reading →

Dear Em, I’m too practical to be much of dreamer or poet. You know I greatly respect poets and poetry, so it is with a heavy heart that I bow my head to you, a budding poet yourself and confess … Continue reading →

Dear Em, Now, for you to understand your mother’s answer in its entire complexity, you must first understand your mother in hers. Think badly of me, lock yourself in your room all night listening to your headphones, never coming out. … Continue reading →

Dear Em, You asked me two questions tonight that it’s time I answered. Here goes. This is going to take a few pages, I’m afraid, cause, questions like these can’t be put into haiku. I’ve got time. If there’s one … Continue reading →

Dear Reader, Though this will literally kill my mom, I’ve decided to post her letter. She started writing this book as a letter to explain herself to me. You can tell from just the amount of pages alone, my mom … Continue reading →