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WHERE I WRITE #21: On the Edge of Sky and Sea
In the dark streets of Lhasa two summers ago, I bought a bracelet stringed with smooth skulls and wear it now habitually. When people ask its origin, I tell them it’s carved from yak bone. I tell them...
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Where I Write #22: A Room of One’s Own in the Middle of Everything
I’m writing on the bathroom floor, laptop on my knees. It’s tight in here; shower, toilet, and sink crammed together with just enough space left to stand, or in my case, sit, but even then, the door...
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Where I Write #23: The House My Mother Built
The night I saw my house for the first time, I dreamed my mom had left me a note in its dated 80s kitchen. I read her familiar handwriting as I leaned against the pine cabinets, the white tile...
View ArticleWhere I Write #24: I Don’t Know Where I Write
I don’t know where I write. Couldn’t begin to tell you. I’m not being coy, I’m serious. I look at my books, the piles of uncollected work, and they just seem to have appeared. I can’t create any images...
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WHERE I WRITE #25: The Wild Pendulum
One of my favorite things to tell people is that I wrote my college essay about burning Easy Mac. For those of you who are good parents who wouldn’t dream of giving your kids processed foods, Easy Mac...
View ArticleWhere I Write #26: Where The Rocks Gather
I write where the rocks gather on the concrete steps leading down from the front door. Rocks that sparkle black and silver like they fell out of the sky. The sky rocks gather in between the porch...
View ArticleWhere I Write #26: Now In Silence, Mute
Now in silence, mute, a place still quietwithin reason, ear-protected, I hearthe flow and pump of blood. My loudand your soft heart beat out as dancestun and shush us where equipoise and noise don’t...
View ArticleWhere I Write #27: A Small Bench Between Two 25 Story Buildings
Up until five years ago I had a strict routine for daily writing that I clung to as if the routine itself was the talisman that made the writing sing. I was doing clerical work for a magazine publisher...
View ArticleWeekend Rumpus Roundup
On this warm weekend we are favored with a cool breath of fresh air from the likes of Matthew Lippman, via Michael Klein’s review of Lippman’s poetry collection, American Chew. Poems like these are...
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Where I Write #29: Ten Werecantos
1.“Can you tell us about your process?” For a long time, I cringed with disdain, even contempt, whenever that question was asked at an author reading. Unless the work in question is Oulipo-inspired,...
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