With fallcomes deathin the form of brown leavesloving the wind for a final time.These pastoral morningsbuilt of red and orange diorama sidewalks,and bright black reflecting puddlesof clogged storm drainsgurgling at passersby.Afternoons ofwalking hand in hand,the only ovento keep fingers warm.These are the early nightsof rainy applause, hissing, and staticcombing through the tangled marigold stalksas we... Continue Reading →

Maybe the deep southof California and Arizonahas it right.Where cars chewon gas and congestionmuch the same wayour guts do.These are our anxiouscities and regionswhere lipstick cakesstain the sidewalkswith traces of fat and poppy seeds,and women walk with fat pursesmade for self-defense.Where the sidewalksglisten with tinsel,and heat risersthat lift dressespast ankles and pumpsand macrame thigh highs.Where... Continue Reading →