Sitting at my desk, looking out the window, I had the realization that I’d remember nothing of this day. It was not a holiday, it was not... [Continue reading →]
I was thinking about Natalie Diaz’s poem Skin Light. See what she says:
My whole life I have obeyed it— (light, I assume)
slopes like light into her thigh—light-box, skin-bound.
Oh, how I love this poem, how light slips and slopes around like water. On light, Diaz says:
Probably most importantly, I am asking what it can mean to... [Continue reading →]
Tom arrived to the desert today. Dear readers: this is Big news! Huge news! I repeat:
TOM HAS ARRIVED TO THE DESERT.
The winning trio is here: Tom, Phuong, Erika!
Phuong and I picked up Tom from the airport Friday night (after getting stuck in traffic, and then getting lost). He was waiting by the curb in cargo shorts and... [Continue reading →]
“It’s dark outside but the lighting,” Johhny said, “makes this place look desolate.” The place was Kabizza, a little mediterranean restaurant in Tempe. I wouldn’t say it looked “desolate,” but the tile floors, stained fabric booths, and dim lighting certainly provided a humble atmosphere. It was a few days before my scheduled wisdom teeth removal. A last supper, per say.... [Continue reading →]
Last week I painted with Stacie. I have this watercolor set I bought and never... [Continue reading →]