San Francisco 2120
It’s the 1% of the 1% now
who sleep, dream, and,
in a reversal that few predicted,
make a great show of doing their own laundry.
They fawn over their Egyptian carbon
Incantations & Rituals
No place in this country has ever fitted itself more perfectly to the geography
of my imagination than Kentucky. Here, wind-in-the-willows nights radiate mind
and body with an overwhelming sense of homesickness, with
The Long Game
This past Sunday I went to see my grandma, my mother’s mother. She has had
cancer for five-plus years now and recently my mother emailed the family letting
us all know that
Toys in Trouble
Martin was born to jiggle and he did.
Soundly he slept on the ultra-soft mattress
of manmade beliefs, making sense
where there was none, and that was fun.
Each of his many hairs
Forgive the Defacer: On Writing into Lydia Kiesling’s The Golden State
I was in a fugue state reading Lydia Kiesling’s The Golden State. I was safely
inside the mood of the novel—inside the patterning of Kiesling’s sentences, the
swish-swish of mother-child