I write this early in the morning, drinking coffee, dressed In black. I am in a cold basement apartment in Chinatown, what used to be Chinatown, in the heart of the stony darkness of camo shirts, tuxedos, and bitter, grasping cruelty, in a crumbling city full of black women and men and governed by vast, […]
Monthly Archives: January 2017
It’s now early in the morning of the 6th of January. Having resurfaced from the swampy fiefdom of my flu-like symptoms, I’ve managed to awaken at 4am, unable to fall back asleep, for the second night this week. I have a draft due for a piece of writing on my favorite subject – public land! […]
Still wrapped in the fog of a face-melting, reality shredding illness, I’ve come to terms with the fact that I may have wrested this hellish cloud upon myself by repeatedly simply not getting a flu shot every time I walked by a pharmacy in a Fred Meyer or a Walgreens for the past three months. […]
Several years ago, as an avid reader/comment-section dweller of the now sadly soulless Awl offshoot ladies space, the Hairpin, I discovered the trend of washing off the excessive holiday reverie and sodden lushness of November and December with an austere, sober 31 days. This annual pilgrimage to a healthy mentality of clarity and control was […]
the van duzer corridor 