Illustration by Amy Bobeda I am walking in madison square parkit is busypeople are going,to eatalyfor pistachio pastemy bag,is fullof spices from kalustyan’swhere a coupledancedin front of the halva because they are getting marriedI am walking past a man in a hammock...
In the wee hours of this morning, I noticed A heavy snow falling as forecasted. With The whole world feeling immaculate, I got up &Stood in front of my window, just on thisSide of the glass, finding myself lost in the white way All the ugly, dark, dirty, messy as...
We stepped beyond the museum,a sinking cabin with weeds webbing between the splintered logs,as though they had every right to exist;an iron pump rusting beside a butter churn,a pushpin thrust into the spongy ground.This was once someone’s home. Stones snapping beneath...
It’s a touted local attraction—Hobo Hot Springs—peeling paint, faded sign, the steps leading into the pool slimed in green. In the changing room, a woman from eight miles down the road strips off her XXL stretch pants and faded cotton panties without shame, as she...
Photo: VIAVAL TOURS / Shutterstock.com Mayor Buddy Dyer welcomes meback to the City Beautiful, the city magical, mythical, the fantasy land, town of scientific marvels& facade; but the gateway to thehappiest place on Earth still feels like high school suicide to...
You ain’t shit North Dakota – you’re all snow and flat and forever horizon. You fly-over state. You MAGA hat, Fox News junkie.The year I left it snowed on June 1st. June 1st you motherfucker.Can’t bury the dead in a North Dakota winter unless you bonfire first.My 18th...
