living so close to nature nature is forced to live too close to us barking, braying, biting animals on wheels endless animals — ourselves and others crushed beneath the treads in the desert, murderers steal her name slip into the crown of Isis, an empty throne a horned sun, a winged kite play-pretend at Calipha […]
Read more "birding / breakage"My girlfriend Molly drives because she gets the least drunk. We drive to the city to visit the bars. We usually do shots for good luck. It’s 45 minutes to get down there. We don’t do it much. We used to have some outbuildings on my grandma’s property, one where I fixed mowers with my […]
Read more "Ryan Starts Talking"I am no authority on suicide. I have no degree or license in counseling. I have no training. I have never been on the receiving end of a hotline. I have never seriously considered suicide (suicidal ideation is not the same). Nor have I ever helped a friend live to the other end of a […]
Read more "Goodbye, Genie"You know that social media pro-birth control blitz Lena Dunham started? With women holding signs saying why they use birth control? Well, inevitably someone asked the opposite, and it has become its own media blitz, being shared by religious groups across the internet. As I perused through the images and read the signs, I got angrier […]
Read more "Feminism’s False Demons"This post originally appeared in May on True STORIES. It chronicles the author’s book-tour-road-trip from Denver to Portland for The Rooms Are Filled. We drove north from Bend along Rte. 26.
Read more "Author Road Trip, Day 5 & 6: Bend to Portland"On the first day of fall term, I joke to my students that they can reinvent themselves. “When I call your name, tell me if you go by something else,” I say. “If you want to go by Lucky, just say, ‘people call me Lucky.’ We’ll believe you.” It’s only half true. If that boy […]
Read more "“On Dildos” or “Why I Don’t Use a Pen Name”"NICE GIRLS? THEY ORDER CHARDONNAY! And Miss Madame is most definitely a nice girl. Dear Miss Madame, I live in Brest, a town on the western coast of France. My French roommates and I are in our twenties and we go out pretty often, usually to a little cafe/bar down the street that’s […]
Read more "Dear Miss Madame : The Lady Drinks!"My mother is deep in her bed with her socks on, sticking out. She never wore socks, so I remember it surprised me. Her heels were always cracked, like mine are now, and though she perpetually tried to soften them, with creams and socks and special razors, in the summer they immediately toughened up, calloused […]
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