I don't get to be the same person each time, but still, think of all the atrocities I've climbed out of. It helps to carry a rope. I sound ominous but what I'm saying ...
America, like a monstrous sow vomiting cars and appliances into a green ooze resembling dollar bills, where is my America? Agnostic and uninsured, I eat celery, onions, and ...
Everything will be fine, to paraphrase the anchoress, and everything will be golden, like a crock of manuka honey or hand-picked Bartlett pear, or like the ...
Hours before the divorce was final, the day the divorce became final, I woke, knowing the dream I had just dreamt could not be touched, the dream in which my daughter took the ...
Shall I condemn myself a littlefor you to forgive yourself —Fady Joudah, […] I condemn the blooded river that became a sea we cannot crawl out of. I condemn the ...
Walking back I pass a block-long dune of rubble and the man whose job it is to shovel it. An iron rectangle he’s nestled in debris makes a little door he’s ...
It’s Wednesday night in California. We sit on metal chairs, which shriek like helicopter blades clattering across the cement of a repurposed parking ...
She senses that I’m surviving so she doesn’t want to bother me. When she calls me, I whisper, I’m in the library, and we don’t talk for days. It’s my fault that I forget ...
The story goes the man waited until the customers cleared the bank before robbing it. He hoped to be caught, because he struggled with his health and needed health ...
Like Boccaccio’s idle rich, we tell ourselves stories to avoid admitting we can’t go back. The islands in my mind, vaster than this island on a ...
