Shipley
School’s in! And has been here in Los Angeles since August, with lead and follow-ups in the Times on test scores, sorted by ethnicity and...
La Siguanaba Moves to Echo Park
Benjamin is his name. The boy, the American, who looks so much like his mother. Which means there can be no mistake. Perhaps he will...
Psycho Babble in the Board Room
Brightness, that’s how I would describe it. A kind of preternatural brightness is now, in the middle of February, suffusing the city of...
Haitian Houses, III
Here in this island we arrived; and here Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princes can, that have more time For...
Skeletons II
Skeletons II Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home....
Re: Skeletons II
Re: Skeletons II Thoughts and Provocations It doesn’t take much poking around to discover that family history is part of something much...
Summer Session, 1989
Benjamin talks to Galindo I knew my mother’s body. I knew where the scratchy hair was even when she covered it with bubbles and the...
Skeletons
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the...
SIlverlake Ramble #3
Me thinketh it accordant to resoun, To telle yew al the condicioun Of ech of hem, so as it semed me Geoffrey Chaucer I don’t walk as...
Detour: Haitian Houses, II
How can we know the dancer from the dance? W. B. Yeats A bit bourgeois, cream colored and dull -- this was the Ethéart house, where we...