The War

All my growing-up years, guns were in movies and (I imagined) in the hands of people less interesting and educated than me. I had no idea why anyone would want or need a gun. I moved to the city eleven years ago. I remember hearing someone got shot in the parking lot of the drugstore […]

Notes from the East

On the wall at the New Museum, a fur orb, breathing as deeply and slowly as if he is in a coma. Really scary. I like to be that kind of scared. Rosemarie Trockel had a lot going on in her show. A room of white tile, an upside-down palm tree, and formerly alive birds […]

Latches

I solve most of my problems with duct tape; some, with ribbon. Tybalt, my fat cat, likes to push the window open so that he can catch a breath of fresh air. When it is thirty degrees outside, that is an expensive breath. The windows in my dormers are as old as the house, hanging […]

Velveteen

I ordered a cup of coffee while I was waiting, instead of a glass of wine. Mistake. They had to brew a pot for me, and when I got it, it was hotter than melted glass. I stirred it. And stirred it. And then I saw that I had gotten a phone call. The call. […]