Explore

on a list of games that buddha would not play, number 12 is

so easily impressed when wet / so easy / to see through when turned / off

On Livelihood

“I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.”

On Luck: A Screenwriter’s Education

I found it impossible not to imagine a radiant future for myself.

Our Weapons

The rifle slams into my shoulder. Smoke pummels the air.

Outside

The architect is twice my age and owns an ivy-covered house.

Papi

The only stories we tell ourselves are the ones we need to survive.

Parts & Labor

Near to closing, he’d flop down in the chair to count his moldy money.

Performance Anxiety

The eyes of men were drawn, numb and automatic, to her youthfulness.

Prayer on the Subdivision

Then I graduate to a four-digit mortgage inside an ornate gate.

Privilege

“We don’t feel like a couple. Haven’t felt like a couple for a very long while.”

Pryor

He smelled like the bars my mother took me to in the middle of the day.

Publishing in the Digital Age

There’s this cool magazine online. They let people read it for free.

Put This Book Down

Everything is mine on loan: the leaves I’ve combed out of my hands.

Rachel Occupies Wall Street

I reviewed the rules for myself, among them: stay in the moment.

Reading Henry James in the Suburbs

She had boyfriends before she met him. Well, not really boyfriends.

Reasonable Men

Keaton didn’t control his emotions; he put them to use.

Reckless Disregard: The Politics of Insincerity

Lust for power and money undermined their morality and common sense.

Red Desert Notes

Trailblazers we celebrate. Those outcasts, outliers, and outlaws.

Redemption Song, Part One

Ivan rolled his eyes, and looked at the sky like someone about to be martyred.

Redemption Song, Part Three

The suite cost as much as a two-pound brick of Panama Red.

Redemption Song, Part Two

I floated in the tub, my head bobbing, until I felt slick as a seal.

Refinement

For a moment I had the delicious feeling of fitting in without even trying.

Reflections on How Writers Make a Living

Our culture cherishes a fantasy of a certain writerly existence.

Rembrandt

A story about money, values, and materialism—in just six words.

Repossession

Shit happens, you still have to pay up or lose it all, even if it ain’t your fault.

Return and Other Poems

Descent jumps and jostles, nausea drops me back to the floodplain.

Rhymes with Thigh Gap and Other Poems

River Song

Remember that innocence is risky, memory inconclusive.

Road to Somewhere Else

Kenny Wade makes do with short-term schemes and part-time work.

Rosemary

A wildness and all the ways I could never be classy enough for pearls.