I Didn’t Know What a Fada Was
On Ulysses, the marks we miss, and the way a book can find you when you least expect it.
Read at The Galway Review“I thought I was entering the language. Somewhere along the way, the language entered me.”
…by mark sanford gross
Essays and pieces that have found homes in different places — from literary journals to the newsletter, and the questions that keep opening up.
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On Ulysses, the marks we miss, and the way a book can find you when you least expect it.
Read at The Galway Review“I thought I was entering the language. Somewhere along the way, the language entered me.”
Ulysses, vibe coding, and the thrill of not understanding.
Read at The Galway Review“There’s a difference between understanding something and having something touch you. I don’t live in understanding. I live in that other place.”
Notes, essays, and dispatches — the writing that arrives between the bigger pieces.

For anyone who has ever had that friend. For every empty seat that was once filled beside you.

What I learned from my parents.

Learning to edit my own thinking — which can be a sudden blast of self-awareness with no one else to blame.

A word my Bubie gave me that has no synonym. It's been showing up my whole life — and still does.

A ramblelogue.

What lingers long after the headline fades.
Looking for the shorter pieces? More Writing gathers the more personal, everyday pieces.