There is a creek-bed running into the river, filled with fossils. Bivalves and plant stems, shells and weird brachiating ferns. “I could make a table,” I told my brother, “where you have pictures of all these, with the estimated age, type, location…” We were sitting by a fireplace, itself made out of fossil-infused limestone. I […]Read more "Mongol Empires, Mongrel Swarms [3 of 3]"
In late February I was on the back of a motorbike in the Dominican Republic, at three or so in the morning. A different part of the road, days before, had been washed out by a mudslide. It was an island of motorcycles, the gas for which would be sold at the side of the […]Read more "Shibumi/Uyuni"
You have been accepted (ignore the tricks that tell you otherwise) into a creative collective, with no editors, word counts, guidelines, meetings, buy-lines, or minutes not your own. You always were; I’m reminding you. I have no authority, title, or position, and therefore every right, to issue this invitation, to dance with me in public […]Read more "Your Acceptance Letter"
STACKING BOULDERS (Water) We were in Boulder, CO on our honeymoon when the protests started in Istanbul. The same story as everywhere else: a park being turned into a shopping mall. The mandate of a largely rural, religious electorate used to attack the rights and freedoms of a more urban, secular opposition. Books and music […]Read more "Elemental Wedding"