I sitin my carinsert key in ignitionturn it and feel the blastof hot air, then warm, then coollittle crystals fly around meweightless ash planets swirlthe radio plays a commercialit’s the same voice actorhe’s selling pizza, then he’s sellingvitamins … air shaking speakersI light a cigarette, and watch thecreation of new planets formon the dashboard, my... Continue Reading →
An essay in two parts: the first, written by my friend Ken, is about me. The second, written by me after he died, is about him. Anna at Four Years of Ageby Ken EllysonSpectrum, 1978 “She was a little bright wave of willfulness, so abandoned to her impulses, so white and smooth as she lay... Continue Reading →
Once it was a gradual thing to leave a place.Today a whoosh and everything is gone—the Rocky Mountains with their snowy glaciersmelting into lakes and rivers, preternaturallyblue-green, the skinny spruce and fir treesthreaded tightly in a tapestry, the unseenpresence of black bears and wolvesand wolverines—all disappeared, and we are backamong our shaven hills,beside our faded... Continue Reading →
