Month: July 2016

No more political conventions

July 26, 2016

Since returning from vacation in the south, my patience for the theatrical has become limited; this makes the life of a stepparent complicated, or error-prone, and the American presidential conventions can hardly be stomached, both of them. I live my life banking on the possibility that, whatever happens after November, the planet will continue to […]

Read more

Dispatch from the Confederacy

July 18, 2016

I hate coming to the south, even when as a child my family and I would drive from Jersey to Georgia to visit my mother’s parents, and particularly now as a man when my family and I have travelled from Brooklyn to visit my partner’s mother. Ah, the rumpled faces belonging to other people who […]

Read more

New York Summers

July 13, 2016

It is the Thursday before the Fourth of July and, looking three floors up from this position at my desk in our home, I can see into a dim apartment where a white woman paces and smokes, bounding in and out of the room. The lifeblood drained, New York settles into a specific torpor. This […]

Read more

Café Bustelo

July 9, 2016

I’ve had some trouble remembering when I first tasted Café Bustelo coffee. I remember when I didn’t drink it daily, around the time I read this love letter by Alexander Chee; I was stuck on Folgers, desperate for something, something that requires better taste. 2010. My god, the time. It’s nothing anymore; it’s all trash, […]

Read more


July 7, 2016

I won’t feel anything, so goes my theory. If I don’t watch, then I won’t feel anything; my negotiation inspires a banal exhaustion. The devastating sun gawks over New York, in increasing degrees, down to the sidewalk. I feel nothing but heat. I feel the heat on my skin. If I don’t watch then I […]

Read more