I don’t want to be one of those people folded over a cell phone screen like a larva, sucking from … More
Heaven knows I’m not proud of being a meat-eater, but something in me growls and snorts and licks its jowls … More
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O father help me not to stare, wide-eyed, when my brother falls. Help me not to sniff his breath for … More
What is a psalm a poem a prayer
if not a Wall Street ticker tape
our fear spelled out in numbers
It was an unorthodox ceremony to be sure, peculiar and solemn as the girl I was then. I loved New Orleans the way you love a person: passionately, even obsessively. I wanted to gather New Orleans into my arms and kiss her.
Some people go to their graves angry, unhappy, and utterly closed off to all possible goodness in their lives.