Monthly Archives: August 2010

Hedonists

She comes home every day and asks what I’d like for dinner. In reflection, I see the question as the perfect metaphor for power. She is willing to prepare me whatever I ask for. If I mention something in passing, lasagna, or chicken pot pie, … Read more

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War Torn

I went through a Holocaust period in adolescence. I read plays on the Holocaust, survivors’ accounts, novels, historical treatises, anything I could find. And ultimately, in eighth grade, I wrote a short story about a reluctant soldier who is assigned to a concentration camp, and … Read more

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Who hasn’t left an exoskeleton?

No one remembers the girl who made improbable
speeches. She’s like those locust shells
she used to find on trees in Missouri. A relic
to rival the Sex Pistols.

In August, the scars hurt a bit more. School kids.
The cycle relentless. I meant to … Read more

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Purify

When I was a sophomore in high school, I watched Gone with the Wind three times in a row, and cried myself stupid. The first time I heard The Cure’s Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me, the summer after 7th grade, it was all I … Read more

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Post ride

“We had a death on the ride yesterday.”

When my mother says this I’m getting off the elevator, and think at first that something is screwy with my cell phone.

“What?” I say.

“We had a death on the ride.”

“I don’t understand,” I say … Read more

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Without a name, what will we call you?

How do you define queer? Do you get an image in your head? Do you see an act, or a person, or a way of being, or what? Do you define queer by content? For example, is Kissing Jessica Stein a queer film? It’s written … Read more

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Chitchat

“Hey, Mom, can we just chitchat for a little bit?”

“You’re stalling, Gavin.”

“No, I’m not. I’m not stalling. Not at all.” He opens and closes a drawer without taking any of the pajamas out.

“It’s bedtime, dude.”

“But I haven’t talked to you all … Read more

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Heavy

“Your characters are always tall and lean,” she says, “like you.”

“That isn’t true,” I say, thinking of Claire and Liv, Audrey and Delvo.

“Or short and lean,” she adds. “Everyone is fit, and good-looking.”

I don’t like it. And it isn’t true. But the … Read more

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Got skills?

I wrote the majority of Red Audrey and the Roping when I was 28, and because I worried it was the only story I would ever tell, I poured things into it that had no place there. Like knocks at god. But this is the … Read more

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Revelation

I have my breakthrough at Dick’s, ’cause who wouldn’t? It’s one of those train-car epiphanies—while I’m stalling over hamburgers and apple pies—the ideas join up and yank me right off the pavement.  All at once little doubts and worrisome questions fall away, and the novel … Read more

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