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  • The Calamity Prayer

    Go West, young man: the first commandment of American dogma, and the last. Lewis and Clark heeded it in 1804, Kerouac and Cassidy in 1947. On foot or horse or motorcycle, . . .

  • The Consort

    The Santa Lucia station swarmed with security guards, choking off all water traffic. And Carlo sat sulking in his gondola, an American couple in his charge, their faces burning a bright shrimp pink as they strained to get a look at the pop star. . . .

  • In Praise of My Manicure

    Because I was taught all my life to blend in, I want

    my fingernails to blend out: like preschoolers

     

    who stomp their rain boots in a parking lot, . . .

  • The Failure of My Music

    I was cleaning the garage and then

    the garage was clean. The voice

    from the radio sounded shocked

    by another mass shooting

    but went on about the government

    officials and their take on the violence, . . .

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