The same moment a girl I thought I loved forwarded me
a Powerpoint presentation entitled “Former Portland Trail Blazers
And Their Nicknames in High School.” Hmmm, okay.
Darius Miles: Free Hat. Zach Randolph: The Sixth Sense.
Clyde Drexler: Clyde The Wyde. It turns out he had a weight issue.
It turns out Skip To My Lou was really his porn name. And I saw
there everything he’d ever made. And of course, Kobe Bryant
hates women. It says so on a billboard in Biloxi as my dad drives
me to Mexico to live with my new family. I’ve been traded, he says.
From “Hoop Dreams" by Tyler Gobble
Recommended Viewing: “The Mysterious Arrival of an Unusual Letter,” which is a Scott Wenner film based on a poem by Mark Strand.
The translator was admiring his dead poets. Not that I am alive myself, he remarked, but at least I keep moving.
Afterword: The Death of the Translator by George Szirtes
I climbed mountains
in an old car in the middle of the night to make
love at its shores, to remember where I had
come from so that it might stay
with me where I was going.
When you wake to the fact that you
have a body, you will wake to the fact that not for long.
“The Hypno-Domme Speaks, and Speaks and Speaks" by Patricia Lockwood
No matter how people approach loneliness or solitude or community, we all do. We’re not that different from each other. The way we experience it is different, but we all experience love, pain, loneliness.
We’re always connected, in theory, to people via the Internet in our homes. And yet, we’re growing more isolated and disconnected.
great pendulous melons dangled like gods
among the bunches of lesser berries
and the dazzled, half-drunken birds.
Recommended Reading: “The Pumpkin Tree” by Robert Wrigley.
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