Small Towns

Overheard from a lone-lamp lit open window, while walking past, a tired voice, on the phone, “hey, are you still driving?” leaks into the dusk, carried along with the scent of grass clippings in the street, and it’s a plea and a demand and an admission of defeat all at …

American Loser

This LAND/COUNTRY/STATE/CITY/FARM/HOUSE/STOOP/HOOD/FIELD/PINEFOREST/DESERT/JUNGLE/SWAMP/COAST/RIVER/OCEAN/SKY/LIGHT/WATER/RAIL/ROAD/CAR/RIDE/TRUCK/BOAT/BIKE/BANKNOTE/PHONE/TV/SHOW/MOVIE/GAME/COMPUTER/GUN/CONSTITUTIONALRIGHT/GODGIVENRIGHT/HUMANRIGHT/SAFETY/SECURITY/FAMILY/MONEY/JEWELRY/ANIMAL/STORAGEUNIT/BUDLIGHT/OLDEENGLISH/JACKDANIELS/PINO/DOPE/DRUG/WOMAN/MAN/MCDONALDS/CLUB/MARTINI/ADDICTION/HABIT/WAY/ROUTINE/LIFESTYLE/ART/AESTHETIC/LOOK/WEBSITE/INSTAGRAMACCOUNT/FACEBOOK/TWITTER/COMMUNITY/CAUSE/SCENE/CLUB/BAR/STARBUCKS/DOLLARGENERAL/DEERHEAD/POETRY/OFFICETROPHY/EXPENSEACCOUNT/CREDITCARD/DEPARTMENTSTORE/TIEDIE/BRAND/DESIGNER/MUSIC/OPINION/INTELLIGENCE/IGNORANCE/PRIDE/FACT/LIE/FAITH/STORY/FOOD/TRADITION/LANGUAGE/JOB/PAIN/VICTORY/STRUGGLE/PUNISHMENT/PURPOSE/HERITAGE/DREAM/FATE/DAY/PAST/PRESENT/FUTURE is mine.

July 3 NYC 

New York City. I emerge from underground, look up for the sun and find the skyscrapers instead, then mutter, apparently aloud, something about assorted temples to various American gods. Then they’re your gods too, a man says. Me? You’re American, ain’t you? Well, it’s not that easy: way I see …

Television Memories

Imagine all the television shows living on like ghosts in the cacophonous subconscious of media-saturated America: the classics, yes, but also the ones that never aired for a whole season, and the ones that managed to drag on pointlessly for years, and the epoch television events that became national experiences, …

Return

We landed and it was passports and paperwork and slow moving lines, the ineffectual efficiency of government agencies observing some economics too far removed from the realities of my life for me to comprehend. We were readmitted to the country without incident. It was exactly the same as I’d left …

Inspiration

There’s this thing: I hate it. I mean I love it. Inspiration. It’s complicated. It favors you a while, you’re inseparable, it tells you these sweet lies you’re desperate to believe and it convinces you this will last forever. You accept this all too readily. It promises you the whole …

The World as I See It

I can’t help it: I watch the world, I read the news, I let all these urgent messages crash through my head. I imagine among them I hear the noise of voices straining to outshout each other’s prayers. I ignore it all, like a disgusted god like a regretful creator, totally over what he has made. …

The Rain At Home

Dusk is falling out the window: my feet are tired, my body aches. I’m staring, bleary, sighing, slowly, sipping a beer, welcoming the evening air, and I am in New Orleans, and Golden Meadow, and Mexico City, and Amsterdam, and Delhi, and Phnom Penh, and Tokyo, and it is raining, …

The Green Parts

Its raining hard in Mexico City in defiance of my old notion that Mexico is a desert. Turns out the maps on the wall in high school I studied in my daydreaming weren’t all that accurate, that they depicted concepts other than climate. In hindsight, I guess I should have …