In my dreams of this city I am always lost.
Vanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I'm not ready for that yet.
There is never only one, of anyone
Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge.
This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year's threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath.
We shouldn't be saying 'Save the planet'; we should be saying: 'Save viable conditions in which people can live.' That's what we're dealing with here.