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“Why Didn’t You Call Me?”

A brief essay about briefs.

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Em, Bittered

Four bitter list poems.

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Give Me Love or Give Me Death

New essay in the Rumpus.

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History

There are no answers, in the textbook or the texts.

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Bow Band of Brothers

In honor of D-Day, I wrote this essay about weddings and wars.

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On Love

Did you ever sit on rock in the midst of a thunder- and lightning-storm, holding hands with someone you could only see every few minutes for a fraction of a second while the rest of the time you sat in pitch-darkness under all that noise and falling water, soaked and shivering not with cold but thrill as it was hot, high summer? And then wonder later why the only romantic experiences that made you feel anything at all were those that made very loud noises and were illuminated in tiny increments of time and often felt like they might wash you away? Which came first, the desire to see the thunderstorm or the thunderstorm you saw?

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Spectacles, Marriage & Civilization

I am getting closer to my glasses, I can feel it. Ever since I was robbed of my spectacles in South America, I’ve been dawdling in replacing them. But lately I’ve been picking up momentum. Every time I see an optician I duck in and try on all the frames. I’ll ask the salespeople to […]

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Reading Hemingway on BART on the way to jetBlue Flight 644

I had skipped ahead to the end of the Hemingway novel and knew it was sad. The soldier’s lover hemorrhaged after their baby was born dead. I read slowly from the middle after that, dreading the ending. But now on the train to the airport I was close to the end. The soldier and his […]

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