Twist the doorknob to the apartment, walk inside, and it’s, “I’m holding a doctor’s letter saying my daughter wants a sex change operation into a man. That true?”

Brave banners are wind-dashed and mud-stained, / and hat plumes hang sodden. She does not feel the / sleet, only the iron of her convictions.

I just want to throw in the sack, / flap jack, slap it up and saddle on / been sick of this race since long ago / lethargy evolved from let-it-go,

I think Rick Ross was playing. Some track about droptop Maybachs and spraying champagne on Puerto Rican girls with fat asses.

Brooklyn – Beirut is a reflection on leaving Beirut, the city and the state of mind, which is trapped somewhere between the Mediterranean and several nations set ablaze.

I have always felt a visceral lifting in my stomach when I watch my mother peel pomegranates.

A lecture, I can’t quite recall the course title: The Something Something of Power. I was fulfilling a requirement at Hampshire College.

If it is true that when we look out / to space, / we are really looking in- / to the past, / why don’t we do it more often?

Carey Gabay was all the things that the news reported him to be under the headline, “Cuomo Aide Shot in the Head,” followed by, “Cuomo Calls for National Gun Control,” that I read first thing Monday morning

Argo is primarily one man’s vision of how six Americans managed to flee Iran during the 1979 hostage crisis.

The door frame hugs me as I step across a boundary in time.

The essence of the Buddhist path of practice is the refinement of perception.

My brother calls, says, “Bring a razor the next time you visit mom. She wants her mustache shaved.”

One of our campsites was at the end of a hostile run of unpaved road.

give people less access to my life. I am interested in the intersection between all the public / interaction we have in private & the paradoxes which exist because of this divide in logic & / space.