David McLeod

“others’ words have even determined the content of my suffering”
― Evan Dara, The Lost Scrapbook

“K’b wielded a hatchet—and it was evident from the tense, feeble grip that, consistent with the portfolio review, craft was not a major strength of the exhibited work—heaving pensively like a desert hound, hair plastered to the brow. Xq’s every thought and feeling ever evaporated, replaced by a slow freezing of the nose and outer extremities and an ostrich-egg cracking of the sternum like glass holding blood boiled to gasoline, skull pressed through the nose. Stop, creaked the throat.”
― Robert Coover, Inside Out: Architectures of Experience

“We began to speak of the future in softened tones”
― Pamela Lu, Ambient Parking Lot

“Robin would describe the sensation of soft-brushing the sand of centuries off a Mayan rain-god mask”
― Evan Dara, The Lost Scrapbook