Metropolitan is Still There

You used to go to Metropolitan alone. You were 21 and it was the closest gay bar to where you lived in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. It was a good place if…

Now You See Me, Now You Don’t: Decentering Whiteness in Seattle

There was a talk going on about Black Lives Matters at the Seattle Center. For better or for worse, I suppose lately there is always a talk going on about…

Literature is not an Object: Toward an inter-“Activism”

“Leap and dance, ye living buildings—” —Shaker hymn I’m not writing this, and you’re not reading it. Because, how am I going to describe it, the belovedness unspeakability, especially of…

Conversations: Paul Lisicky and Eileen Garvin

Eileen Garvin: The Narrow Door is a beautiful meditation on the writing life, on friendship, love and loss. Reviewers have described it as a love story, an elegy, an apologia…

Conjuring Green with Natalie Diaz

This is the drill when it comes to poetry workshops: print out enough copies of your poem, read it to a room full of strangers, and engage in a sort…

We should all be more like Steve Martin

I got the chance recently to see a performance of Steve Martin and Martin Short’s new comedy tour “An Evening You Will Forget For the Rest of Your Life.” And…

All that’s left: the art of Teresa Margolles

Photo: Teresa Margolles, Lemas (Mottos), 2009. Fabric impregnated with blood gathered from the places where murders took place embroidered with gold threads / Intallation view: What Else Could We Talk…

This wave in the mind: Woolf in the middle of my life’s journey

The following essay won second place in the 2017 Geneva Writers’ Group Literary Awards for Nonfiction, judged by Nick Barlay. The house was full of excitement bursting and receding like…

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