The End of Austin

an exploration of urban identity in the middle of Texas

Category Archives: Creative Writing

Borges in Austin

I’ve lived in Austin for almost nine years: four as an undergraduate and then, after a stint in Houston, four and a half more while I’ve worked on my PhD. … Continue reading

May 24, 2016 · 2 Comments

How Austin Became Weird: The Story of a Slogan

Everyday, thousands of Austinites roam our city’s sidewalk-less streets, creep along its concrete highways, and ramble through the corridors of its universities and start-ups with one question burning in their … Continue reading

May 24, 2016 · 1 Comment

Austin Old-Timer and Newcomer

I. Austin is the capital of the American Renaissance of the beginning of the twenty-first century. The explosive construction of bridges, ramps, roads, buildings; the flow of creative, inventive, and … Continue reading

May 24, 2016 · 1 Comment

Creative Class Blues

if creativity is the ultimate virtue, then why did god create the earth only to drown it in a flood? I ask as a creator who traffics not in planets but in … Continue reading

May 24, 2016 · Leave a comment

Austin: One Thousand Songs

  AUSTIN When the fuck did I move to this town? I have literally no idea – this dawn, my brain stopped synapses, stripped me senseless. I recall only the … Continue reading

May 24, 2016 · Leave a comment


A fellow graduate student recently found a handwritten note on her car, which has a California license plate and was parked in Austin’s Hyde Park neighborhood. It reads (spelling errors … Continue reading

February 7, 2015 · 2 Comments

Shorts from Yoke-Sum Wong

I’ve seen the neighborhood changed rapidly in eight months. At least six giant houses have come up, empty lots ripped up, earth moved, trees chain-sawed, streets punched and smashed while … Continue reading

May 22, 2014 · 1 Comment

Grackles and Old Cars

Grackles are sleek birds that wear the expression of rapacious fishes. Many years of cohabitation with humans has not loosened the danger on which they seem to insist. Perhaps it … Continue reading

May 22, 2014 · Leave a comment

North Lamar Bus and other Austin poems

Local writer Monty Jones has shared four new poems with TEOA, including one that that sums up the Austin mindset quite nicely: “When I moved here, people told me I was … Continue reading

May 21, 2014 · Leave a comment


‘Room 4.202, Garrison Hall, 12am’ flows like blue wispy clouds against a bright morning sun, across the crumpled post-it note that throbs proudly, full of opportunity and hope, in the … Continue reading

May 21, 2014 · Leave a comment

Sing the City of the Rounded Shoulders

For Carl Sandburg and Nelson Algren. O sing this city! a land of unstoppable drive to the self-satisfied middle where it stops to spare its energy for another corporate happy … Continue reading

December 19, 2013 · 1 Comment

Austin is a Graffiti Wall

The aerosol boom of the 1980s gave rise to a new wave of street artists who commandeered the popular image of graffiti as an illicit and subversive medium and breathed … Continue reading

December 19, 2013 · 3 Comments

Letter to the Sultan of Brunei

One thing is for certain in the hearts and minds of our little “weird” city, and that is coming to the defense of our sacred landscape!  Granted, not everyone “gets” … Continue reading

December 19, 2013 · Leave a comment

Spirits of the Weird

Clean and sober and 66. That’s Eddy Franklin today. He was out of the office for a short errand, heading back to his state job as a paperwork wrangler. He … Continue reading

May 18, 2013 · Leave a comment

Sweaty Gnarled Clumps of Limbs and Torsos

Your walk should be a brief sojourn: Red River to Congress. Ten minutes, tops. But throngs of revelers block your route like a blood clot. Faces and bodies blur into … Continue reading

May 18, 2013 · 2 Comments

The Mapmaker

Nobody was forced to stay in their neighborhoods. There was no police action or citywide internment. We all just started settling in by our own accord and didn’t notice how … Continue reading

January 10, 2013 · Leave a comment

Morning Assembly

Morning assembly at my daughter’s elementary school was once a ditty of tattooed legs and necklines, skateboards, scooters, tousled hair, everyone holding hands as bodies converged on the cafeteria from a … Continue reading

January 8, 2013 · Leave a comment

This Motherfucker Ain’t Got No Teeth

As a gay man re-locating to Austin, TX, Dominique experiences hope and destruction through his efforts to utilize geo-social media applications to make new friends, find lovers, and start dating … Continue reading

January 8, 2013 · Leave a comment
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