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Excerpt from Exit to Americana

Yes, Mr. Caruso. The fantasy begins the same way. Mr. Caruso doesn’t mean to interrupt, but he has been so concerned about my happiness, he had to pay a visit. Do I feel I made the right choice, choosing the one bedroom with the terrace above the Apple Store, instead of the two bedroom with […]

It Might’ve Happened Earlier

Pure skyline and all the horizons I’ll never forget—and I’m thinking about how washing windows would be a pretty hard job, maybe one of the hardest. Not because of the heights but because the only way to know you’ve done a perfect job is when you can see yourself at least more clearly than when […]

Always To Do

There is a landscape I return to once I’ve been let down by every last body. Not a horizon, but a fully fleshed out three dimensions— with the topography of a furrowed brow— my gaze is the unadulterated sun ready to burn skin. My papers— technology— sobriety— and intoxication. After the second heartbreak I called […]

Blue Ocean, Green Bottle, Red Curtain, Black Flag

There it was on the globe, a dashed line of darker blue on the lighter blue Atlantic. Words in faint italic script: Tropic of Cancer. The adults told her to stop asking what it was, as if the dull reply they gave would satisfy: “A latitude, in this case twenty-three degrees.” She pictured daisy chains […]

Victory

for Tory Dent  • Something spreading underground won’t speak to us under skin won’t declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods in their drama    hogging down the deep bush    clear-cutting refugees from ancient or transient villages into our opportunistic fervor    to search               […]