Chantey Sing!
There is a free event in an expensive city that might, if you enter it with the
right spirit, restore a smidgen of your faith in this polarized death spiral of
a country.
Heritage
On Sunday, September 15th, I sat with my grandpa in our living room. Our dog Max
claimed his space between the two of us. And while my main focus was the 300
pages
A Song About Horses
I was a rafter swallowed by a ceiling.
I was a parking meter spilling out its coins.
I took a number at the post office.
I recited Al-Fatiha inside of Ar Rawdah.
I
Stamping the Life Upon the Page
Messy, dangerous, preoccupied and preoccupying—memoir concentrates and quickens
life. It saturates. It sings. I’m just writing about me, the memoirist says, but
me is such the wily thing, and without the
IN BRAVE SLOWNESS OF LIFE
A skeleton swings—
from a tree like laundry on fishing line, false horizon
so invisible, it can only belong to phantoms. I’ve held out
for the dead each year to become less