There’s a trend lately in certain kinds of suspense novels toward the most convoluted plot twists in the history of the world. Anything for the “gotcha” moment at the end. But in this voracious chase for slippery surprise, all believability is lost. I seriously try, but my disbelief only suspends so far. The Dark Lake … Read moreThe Dark Lake
“…I remember a story that I read. A Native American tale where the Cherokee tells his grandson there’s a battle between two wolves in all of us. One is evil, the other good. The boy asks him, Which wolf wins? The Cherokee tells him, The one you feed.” This is a story I’ve heard before, … Read moreGood Me Bad Me
The first cases of AIDS began appearing in 1981. The disease, which at the beginning seemed to infect only gay men, was met with stony silence and active derision by our lords and overseers. Then-president Ronald Reagan refused to acknowledge the outbreak, though his staff and supporters spoke loud and clear. Pat Buchanan, his communications … Read moreTaking Turns: Stories From HIV/AIDS Care Unit 371
“The long memory is the most radical idea in this country. It is the loss of that long memory which deprives our people of that connective flow of thoughts and events that clarifies our vision, not of where we’re going, but where we want to go.” – Bruce “Utah” Phillips, 1935 – 2008 It’s … Read moreMy Hands Are Up, Don’t Shoot
I was so happy that one of my favorite flowers, the Bleeding Heart (Lamprocapnos spectabilis), made it through the winter. I’m always fascinated with myth and legend, folklore and fairytales. I love tracing the paths these tales take, the ways in which they transform and mutate with time and distance, the ways they’re still evolving … Read moreBleeding Hearts: A Japanese Legend
The death of my puppy at the beginning of this week really tore my heart out. I’ve been avoiding watching the news because I can’t handle the Willy-Wonka-ized political landscape or the sadly mundane horror stories of the tragedies humans inflict on each other. I can’t stand the way those stories are doled out in … Read moreGirls As Prey.
A few months ago, a new puppy came wandering into my life. She came slinking and crawling, refusing to be touched, covered in ticks and open bite wounds, belly bulging from starvation, every vertebra visible, barely able to lift her head from the ground. I made her a soft bed, put out water and food … Read moreMatilda Jane
There is a whole cast of strange recurring characters in my dreams. Ice T. Courtney Love. Poseidon. William S. Burroughs. A large group of heavily tattooed yakuza who only speak Japanese (which even in my dreams I do not understand). Anyway. David Bowie is one of them. The dream characters, not the yakuza. … Read morePut Your Ray Gun To My Head
Yesterday saw the passing of one of the great matriarchs of poetry, her voice so embedded in the history and landscape of this country that it is almost impossible to imagine it gone. How do you fill the space once occupied by a luminous giant? How do you describe an aching maw of silence with … Read moreI rise, I rise, I rise.