House Party
If I could pass as Kenyan, if I could walk down the street here and, prior even to speech, appear undistinguishable, there is still another
If I could pass as Kenyan, if I could walk down the street here and, prior even to speech, appear undistinguishable, there is still another
The power has been out for two days now. I read that during New York’s last extended blackout millions of dollars in food spoiled; torrents
(Unless you live on the Equator at 9,000 feet) The rain has stopped now. Or slowed. It comes and goes and “stop” has a sense
The train station in Dar is cushioned from the street by a ring of families seated on their luggage, lounging in the grey light of
The only way I can account for Gilbert and Sylvia’s insistence that I am their natural born son is some powerful kind of Faerie magic.
“So that’s it? That’s all?” “There’s this.” “And after this?” Shrugs. The tie. Drawing to its’ end, pulling it taut. Fingers intertwine, hands over belt
I don’t know that I’ve ever really thought about going home. The sense of being out-of-place becomes comfortable, familiar. Like a heavy coat in a
I can recall with remarkable specificity the first time I saw Feuer’s paper. There was a particular grade of shallowly grasped academic pornography that circulated
When I was a boy my father was the captain gardener of the Emir. We lived in his fortress near the Sirhan Coast. My father
The Other Book I write now as I have written before and will again. These pages hold all the things there are for me to
At one time the Naval Training Center in San Diego was home to thousands of recruits and officers. The complex covered several square miles