Mist in a Box

The way places live in me is that I see and feel a flash of a spot. The subway exit in Park Slope with the store where I bought ping pong balls, and the pizza place I ate a couple of times. I walked up the steps, and the dollar store emerged. The feet ahead […]

Fire, Water

On New Year’s Day, I began construction on the rose window of Notre Dame. No one had asked me, no one had sought out my expertise, and still I sat on my kitchen floor with circles of various sizes, oatmeal silo, vanilla bottle, lid from a jar of dirt that came from Kurt Vonnegut’s yard. […]

Follies

Every once in a while, I have a flash of a geographic location. A corner in Manhattan where there was a bakery that was downstairs, behind an iron railing. I had a dream I was in New York, and women were running up a hill naked, and we were trying to talk to […]

Eat Me

The baby is handed the communion wafer, and looks at it. When we are very young, we do know how to clutch. Baby clutches it. Examines. Priest takes it back, breaks it (as one does in part of the ritual which precedes this), and offers baby a tiny piece: “You want to try it? It’s […]