Dear Jeff Bezos,
Rich guys liking space is such a huge cliché that I won’t ask about Blue Origins or your Picard costume. I’d rather talk about the Clock of the Long…
Moving to a Tourist Town
Grove Park Inn Summer afternoon, the Great Hall’s cool dark felt like entering a cave. Refreshing but ghostly— an all-knowing chill from those thick granite walls, four-and-a-half feet deep,…
Every Object in the World Exerts a Pull on Every Other Object, No Matter How Far Away It Is
it is sort of creepy but actually also quite beautiful really if you think about it you look around the room at the accumulation of your days the books…
If a Still Life Moves, I Guess It’s Just a Life
Stuck inside, I notice what isn’t: the broken clock on the yard’s back fence; the squirrel jutting from its den like a figurehead on a wooden ship. I question…
this is what we talk about, the women you don’t pay any attention to
she found a collection of old vibrators when she cleaned out her grandfather’s art studio and the gold and green painting of concentric lines, of a thirty-year-old woman’s orgasm…
Kinesthesia
As if to say a body discovers what the mind can never comprehend, my son Jonas is always asking, “Who invented numbers?” “What do you mean?” What does he…
Steer Skull on the Minnesota
South Dakota border. Brown mule stirs up dust, leopard frogs disrupt blue stem. Cicadas, their long songs, comfort, hush and darken the wind-broken groves. We walk the deer path…
My Dog Wakes Me up in the Middle of the Night
Come see the moon, she says. So I go. The backyard is quiet and dark, private and wild. The dog nudges me with her nose. You’re drinking too much,…
My Eco-Anxiety and Solastalgia Have It Out
If the ocean rises over me while I sleep. Before the whaling ship and garbage barge. If the volcano I can see from the supermarket erupts. Where the…