Tag Archives: Nonfiction

Funkytown 45 Somewhere someone is playing“Funkytown.” Loud. Very Loud.Forty-five years old this song!How has this endured so long? What I’m Reading: As I sat on the toiletof a Boeing 727,somewhere over Ohioriding United tourist,I imagined my last momentsof lifefalling bare-assed … Continue reading →

She Can’t Remember A new year brings the promise of more longanimity and asceticism. Nothing is as safe she expects in the age of vulnerability and shame. She liked it more when every emotional situation didn’t need a “name” where … Continue reading →

Dust Up at the Ponies So she’s says to him, “when I was younger and finally got a prescription for Prozac and Lithium I thought my life was finally pivoting.”  He was nonplussed. He’d been talking about the horses and … Continue reading →

on edge and impudent convincing a dogfight-like statistic mesmerizinginfantilizing possessive of thee individualiston edge and impudenttwo young woodlouse butcherssewing odd pieces of wax paper —caring for a rusted motorboat —no skippers at any of these helms! tinctures resembling continental platesshifting … Continue reading →

At the end of the film I’m on my back staring at the night sky… The man who helped me is lying nearby—his mouth bloody… We’re lost in a thick fog of tear gas—the sky disappears above us—the occupation failed… … Continue reading →

magma burbling the two of us, rotation brain / you rouse / you were special to me from the very bell / there’s a sour acronym-feel that plunges through my mind about your pumped-up stopover / like a magma burbling … Continue reading →