TINY CASTLES After a few years of being lost in the woods, I stumbled upon a town of tiny castles. It was a mess of beautiful but tiny castles too tiny to enter. They each had tiny moats surrounding them, and there was a ...
LOVER, JEW SHOULD HAVE COME OVER: Exiting the maxivan, I see the Conversion Rabbi is standing in front of a large suburban CostCo with two Ziploc baggies and a bottle of antacids. Here, he says, today we join the struggle. I ...
POEM TO C bridge of doves steel singing bridge, burning, this is night, I know, you are the gold I know, the waxing of his heavy ship and more—a city wrapped its balconies overpasses and satellites, with the care of a ...
SUNDAY AFTERNOON WATCHING SCREAM I After Matthew Zapruder Mmm this guacamole’s really good and Rose McGowan’s nipples get so fabulously hard right before the ridiculous death scene in the garage. Confession: I should be home right now preparing a lecture on ...
A LITTLE HISTORY OF WAVES I used to think the past was a god laid to rest in the graves of books that no one reads, in a paradise where the quiet is so absolute no body drums a passage through the page. All those nights ...