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Casanova

When you greeted each other / your palms / like embers in cigarette stubs / red and hot / showed from your sleeves


Poetry, Fiction, & Nonfiction   

Duplicate of Voyage: Happening in an Egg

Why did he shape my brother’s body to the contours of war? Is this the shape of all our language already?

Acid

You’ll say it was because your parents didn’t understand you—that’s why you left—but really it’s because they understood you too well…

Duplicate of Voyage: Happening in an Egg

Why did he shape my brother’s body to the contours of war? Is this the shape of all our language already?

Interview: Geetha Iyer

Of course Sarla’s story became its own thing as it was being written, and a much more personal voice emerged. And for me, personal voices are problematic...

From the Archives

A Missing Goldfish

Today, however, all I could think of was the nose of Gogol. The image of a human-sized nose banging on my door.

The Void Wife

One thing was for sure: Elise couldn't be Robert's void wife. On the day the void was scheduled to hit San Francisco, she hid from him in the ruin of the Sutro Baths. She gazed out at the Pacific while behind her, the void consumed Oakland. The void had appeared six months ago in a slender belt around the globe near the 90th meridian, slicing through Detroit and New Orleans, Bangkok and the Kirov Islands of Russia. Since then it had expanded in both directions on both sides of the planet at the rate of seventy miles a day, like two immense pairs of lids drawing over the eye of the earth.

Rick Has Died

The buildings were rundown and whatever light came from them was like the leftover glow of an all-night party. Tonight, those same lights were electrified, lit up along the grid.

My Mother's Face

my mother leaning in listening / her usual face her yesterday’s face / out cold on the couch

From the Blog

MASS CULTURE AND THE AMERICAN POET:
THE POEM AS VACCINATION

I once drove around southwest Arizona with a photographer named Pedro, from Mexico City. His specialty was making ethnographic forays into North America,…

Travels with Steve, and Good Writing

My old friend and former teacher Steve Orlen and I walked many miles together along the wide avenues of Tucson, Arizona. Our promenades usually took place…