Listen while I tell you a story about a landscape. This is a place where vertical-walled mountains scrape the sky, a sky that is forever gray, like a pensive afternoon. (The afterlife as a “perpetual rainy Thursday afternoon in March,” thanks Tony Kushner.) The mountains are black and furry, black-furred with trees, green when the […]Read more "Loon on dark water"
Last night my roommate tapped on my door at midnight. I was naked in bed watching Fleabag (apt), launched myself out of bed in a panic, scraped my knee, wrapped myself in a towel, and answered. She was in her underwear. Such are the luxuries of living in a house of women; none of us […]Read more "Ode to an Infestation"