Monthly Archives: July 2013


After the twenty-four-year-old in California who wouldn’t stop when I moved his hands and pretended I was asleep, I gave in and justified it because my ass was the only thing I could trade for a place to stay; after … Continue reading

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Art Galleries. Ski Valley. Wal-Mart. Mountains that change color by the minute. Light that feels artificial–unreal. Sage. Prairie dogs. Beer Bottles on the side of the road. Strands of gift ribbon curl amidst the weeds and dirt and make me … Continue reading

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I pity the poet or novelist in this age of mass media, but my envy is frank and unconcealed for the musician, who is able to affect the audience with such emotional directness, a pre-rational manipulation of the nerves. –Camille … Continue reading

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