transdesert gender tryst / at the foot of mount wrightson

transdesert gender tryst / at the foot of mount wrightson

for Aria / for Evita my babyface a cactusone too far to toucha succulentsunset portrait at 5 o’clock come outfrom your tileyour tucson stuccotake the sonorandesert tread with careabout the sharpthistled shadowsinhuman sunsplay on organpipe stems the greasewoodmost...
Magical Marvin’s Mechanical Museum

Magical Marvin’s Mechanical Museum

“Marvin’s Marvelous Mechanical Museum” by Jamie Bernstein is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0 A strip mall warehouse of machines that my grandpa would take us to on Sundays, where we’d visit with the glass box fortune teller, ride on the three-horse...
cottonwood falls

cottonwood falls

a hammock of winter sleep in the armpit of the highway / a log truck raises its voice above the monotone / sound accelerates down the liquid sheet / polyvinyltraffic cones idle in powder’s mouth / a lone pigeon drives the emptiness home Eimear Laffan’s...
Summer in Helsinki

Summer in Helsinki

Photo by Alexanderphoto7 / Shutterstock.com The unexpected pounce of heat against my face. The evening sun, not even close to setting, blazes off the water. A regatta at Café Regatta cutting like trim scissors into the silk blue sea, flashes of white at their bows....
Not a Single Joyous Thing to Be Found

Not a Single Joyous Thing to Be Found

Photo by lit3rd / Shutterstock.com If I were an alcoholic in Japan, I would be very good at hiding it. The way I would be very good at hiding everything: my panic attacks, my tattoos, my scars. No one would ever see me cry. Let’s get some vodka, I’d say to my Japanese...
Balboa

Balboa

On Saturday morning there was a man on the Balboa Island promenade painting a copy of The Raft of the Medusa. He stood on the sand on the other side of the sea-wall. Aaron and I stopped our walk to watch him. Aaron told him it was a cool painting and that he had just...