I’m in bed today. I can’t get out. I hear people, heavy footsteps on the rickety porch where we sometimes sit at a table and talk at dusk. I hear people knocking on the door, calling my name, especially Estelle. She was supposed to come help with
a sonnet sequence
You are lucky you have your masks,
nearly all your personal protective
equipment. And you have your
instructions. The virus protocol
is a complete code of life.
Use the Coronavirus
It occurred to me today that The Occupant is like a professional wrestler. His continuously aggrieved persona is devoid of any interiority, a booming, buzzing confusion of self-referential signs continuously signifying. His face is a mask, as in antiquity,
Journal of the Plague Years: Two
I pick words like fruit, feeling for those most pregnant with meaning
but not already having meant.
A man is an island. How to guard on so many fronts?
I’ll drop by the poem store today,
In Pyongyang City we pause
at the founders’ portraits.
For a moment we are mesmerized
and then move on—some will dance
near the fountains at Mansudae
and some will board the train
for the northern provinces.
Life’s a spectacle of ghosts
One hundred and ten meters to the top of Mount Faber on old, cracked steps fringed with cool aromatic greenery that hinted at the former jungle. Long-tailed squirrels mistaken for rats in the first glimpses; mynahs the only visible bird-life and the
Hey dude, I know your birthday is coming up and I was thinking of you. Sorry we lost touch. Just wanted to say hi.
Hey dude, Your birthday is coming up and sometimes I think about you, and about reaching out to say hey.
I’ve been back to San
we sang as we loaded the catapults and launched new days. the payload was potent and we aimed for the horizon.
~ Graffiti at the Municipal Government Center ruins
Franklin Ritter slept beneath a blanket of bees. He curved his back until
from the novel Mountain Road, Late at Night, from Picador 9/1/20
Nathaniel observed – alternating between varying degrees of clarity and confusion, doubt that resolved into certainty, which in turn morphed into questioning – his central role in the numerous discussions among the family members about where the
We were young Mormon girls incurious about good grooming, resigned to greasy hair that stuck to our foreheads and dandruff from the dry salt air, itchy in our desert skin and modest in our dress. We were fascinated with our flaws—even highly concerned
Inspired by New Frontier by Donald Fagen
My dad he’s crazy, but he’s smart, and he’s built a bunker to keep the plague, the reds, and the rampant fires away. We’re gonna have a shindig in here, he says, lugging in cartons of beer,
In the Summer of his 42nd year, D.B Welk was awarded the Pritzker prize in architecture for conceiving a futuristic apartment building in Denver, Colorado with no parking spaces and no units larger than 300 square feet. He designed the structure
Hey–is that you
On a balcony in
Foreign land, on
A balcony in the
With your feet up
On a plastic chair
Heartily sick, sick to the back teeth of these blasted Superdry semaphores bearing down on every street and lane, whichever way you turn. A plague of dunderheads crawling over the earth displaying their membership of the association. Market