WRITING

WRITING

POETRY

ELECTION DAY

Who is this Vic Tanny Bitch?/ Who would pimp out his daughters/ To the horny and strung-out skeeters…

LOS ANGELES

“I think I’m a kind of a poet”/ Said the lion when he crossed/ Town/ O’er the 101/ Tempting the long death of Ellay

CRUSH #3

I loved him for a moment, by accident. Like throwing out my cigarette down at the Mobil…

PANCHO

The old sheepdog laps/ By the lamplight/ He laughs

CRUSH #2

You take a shower./ I roll over Griffith Park/ And yellow hills kiss the sky good morning…

PANCHO AND ME

I was a wet seed catapulted, lying on top the hot August ground. A bead of sweat on the forehead of Texas, I tumbled down the Holy American Mountain and landed here…

COFFEE

Sure enough, there are other things to love./ The blunt tumble of you into my arms

Assholery

I’ve had to do a lot of thinking lately about the extent to which my assholery is a real problem…

To be a Photograph

To love quietly/ Is to be a photograph/ We are only allowed/ The empty glasses, the cat…

August, without the sweat

I’ve got nowhere to go./For the indefinite future, I am bound to my bedroom…

A collection of Haikus

There is a plum tree/ Outside my bedroom window…

Cinnamon

My girl has hair like cinnamon/ I should be smoking my cinnamon sticks…

An Ode

Brown liquor stain on the carpet/ Shaped like a rabbit’s foot/ And my feet are cold

Cranberries, All Over Again

Cranberries/ Strawberry jam nails/ Cars rearrange…

Blue

I love the way the sun feels on my back/ When I wake up bare

An Orange

I began to unfold an orange, piercing the corner of an expired airline credit card through the top, and retired to using my fingers to squeeze under the skin…

ESSAYS

On Feminism in America: Female Rage

"Feminism is the collective manifestation of female anger," wrote Lindy West in the New York Times last fall…

Change

I took a blanket and swaddled myself after a shower; it was sticky on my skin, and when I dried like a shell you take home from the beach, the blanket was still wet…

Fragments of Exile: Memory and Reflection in A Guide to Berlin

Nabokov’s A Guide to Berlin is a beginner’s invitation to understand Nabokov’s loving attention to inconsequentialities as he draws patterns from them all…