Monthly Archives: August 2010
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
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
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
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
“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
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
“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
“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
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