Literature, ideas, and the space between.
were pulverized into tiny fragments and sucked high into the atmosphere, forming a mixture of gases and aerosols carrying radioisotopes, including iodine-131, Neptuneium-239, CZ-137, Strontium-90, and...
This poet was wound pretty damn tight. The only time this guy's eyes didn't quiver was when he was higher than high and writing poems, which luckily was often. Our epic breakup happened on a defunct h...
That was all a symbol question. One that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracle...
The possibility of losing sense, moving toward lyricism, poetry, even beyond comprehensibility to an unknown ecstatic edge. In nonfiction, I can just tell it, though the limits of nonfiction make me l...
and her mother and her mother. I've never written about my mother's family or specifically her little sister. My aunt's voice was high pitch and nasally and the drawl was tempered by a kind of sing-so...