January 1, 2017
Relentless Ridicule
Because everything I read—even the back of my cereal box*—brings to mind Donald Trump, I could probably continue to draw parallels between the Mad Realtor and his fictional counterparts (Beckett’s […]
December 31, 2016
Rituals of Hope: On New Year’s Resolutions
I never make resolutions on January 1 because for me, Rosh Hashanah ushers in the New Year, a time in which I enter a quiet, reflective solitude. But […]
December 29, 2016
The Great Work Begins
Late in Tony Kushner’s Angels in America, Part Two: Perestroika, Belize tells Louis, “You come with me to room 1013 over at the hospital, I’ll show you America. Terminal, crazy […]
December 29, 2016
If in Poetry We Are What Would Replace Us
the way a searchlight listens over a lake it was the prayer-word out of your mouth your thousand-noun request it goes up up to the florescent weather […]
December 23, 2016
In Errata We Excavate Our Interiors
As you read this, a spacecraft pulsing out earthly recordings reaches interstellar space—beyond the Sun’s influence. It carries earthquake & surf. Tree frogs. Heart & Morse Code. —”Errata,” […]
December 19, 2016
Call Her Esperanza: On Resistance & Writing
Everyone I know // Hates the racist police & wants a revolution. // But we seldom Aim the gun . . . Have you heard // how the bullets Sing […]
December 9, 2016
A Fable
It is the last day of life on earth, but the United States populace is forbidden to acknowledge the fact. Anyone caught without a smile on their face is subject […]
December 9, 2016
Trump’s Last Tweet
Nearly twenty years ago, newly arrived in Seattle, I needed help finding an apartment. Online listings were still a few years away, so I signed up for a service that […]
November 30, 2016
Strangers Meant (to be) Un-stranged
Your map is marred by borders that become a sieve of history, straining the wild from the willing. Missions and malls encroach your sun swathed villitas where flowers battle […]
November 29, 2016
“We have the house and it is gated”: Latina/o Writers on Resistance
The pain and joy of the borderlands—perhaps no greater or lesser than the emotions stirred by living anywhere contradictions abound, cultures clash and meld, and life is lived on an […]
November 29, 2016
In the Present How Can She Exist In Multitudes
Lately it appears the water has been waiting for us to keep trying to make it across. The rivers and trenches glossed with light know we are so relentless as […]
November 26, 2016
November Static
In one of my classes a few weeks ago, we were reading Milan Kundera’s The Book of Laughter and Forgetting. About a third of the way through the novel, Kundera […]