The Last American
I am the last American, all my drink umbrellas made in Singapore. My factory in China has a view of a battleship and the brown sea and the bleeding sun …
The Fiction Writer Identifies With Terrorists
The fiction writer has started identifying with terrorists. She is waging a war on the Internet, though she knows she’s lost. Still, she posts snippets of poetry like antistate propaganda, …
To Get To The Other Side
The land of milk-honey, honey and milk, and MLK’s dream, and that stoned amnesiac feeling, looking up at the clouds, that everything has happened, already, a few minutes ago. This …
The President Is Going To Build A Wall
The President is going to build a wall. It’s going to be a big wall. A big, beautiful wall. Before I built a wall, the Secretary of State said, I’d …
Elizabeth Street
There was Cornelia Avenue and Allison Road. There was the exotic wrong turn down Rita Court, the girls in flamenco dresses dancing in the street out front of the all-night bodega. When …
New York Trip
It was melting in New York. Or we were, rather. We were a few blocks from the park, the sky an ultraviolet haze. Summer. Strangers were everywhere with secret lives, …
The Last Day of Summer
I went out early, took my gun. I put on my fatigues, my helmet, my combat boots, slung a camouflage pack on my back, and walked outside. I lifted the …
SW 1101
The phrase “arc of the moral universe” as quoted by Dr. King implies a larger order to the world than a human being is capable of fully recognizing. To further …
Tuesday is Admin Day
Tuesday is the worst day of the week. Everyone has their head down at the copier, no one remembers who they haven’t said hello to, so maybe we don’t say …
Rim Shot (No.5: April Fool’s)
And on the third day, he rose from the head, where he had been puking his guts out after an Irish whiskey binge, resurrected. He had seven missed calls, …