Doors are Killing Our Kids, Along with Books, Tables, Chairs… (or) The Answers to School Shootings Are Right in Front of Us “There are too many entrances and too many exits to our over 8,000 campuses in Texas. There aren’t enough people to put a...
If a Cheerio rolls under the refrigerator, I think I’d stick my hand under to get it out. It’s scary what’s under a fridge, believe me. And I’m human. But I wouldn’t hesitate. I see it all the time from my sky box at Yankee Stadium. A foul...
The morning after we cast our votes, informing them by simple majority, in the Electoral College, and in truth that our liberty has had enough of being diminished, grabbed, fondled, ridden roughly, and otherwise abused to great delight of the tax...
Just Tell Me You’ll Think About It Kurt Vile on the radio trending sings “Pretty Pimpin’” and neither his assumed name or his song refer in any way to Kurt Weill and “The Threepenny Opera” – Vile’s back-up band called “The Violators.” He used to...
My wife has friended a coyote. Facebook keeps sending me messages from a slightly other world where a blind guy like myself jumps at the chance to buy expensive watches, cheap car insurance and a surveillance system for his cornfields. It’s a real...
Whoosh like a river moving but it’s a highway of electricity making its way along strung lines. Teams and teams of men did this, forged and hung rubbery, waterproof cables. The chemicals it took: plastic coating and metal filaments to carry our...
My mother is sick, my best friend was dying; I had to travel quite a bit this winter—Vermont, North Carolina, Minnesota, Oregon, Massachusetts. And yet the way chain stores nudge a landscape into a kind of global uniformity, there was a...
The Color Cure, installation by Lee Crouch Zero Prestige through June 21 by Joy Katz The Color Cure, an installation by artist Lee Crouch, is a room whose mood changes depending on a visitor’s skin color. It’s a little like one of those “mood rings”...
Winner of the 2019 SLS Essay Contest On a 100-degree June morning, Eddie Canales was driving from Corpus Christi, Texas, to the town of Falfurrias. A call came in on the Bluetooth screen of his Prius. It was from a 720, or metropolitan Denver, area...
I waited for the bus. The first bus didn’t arrive for a while. I waited beneath a blood-red sun, sweating and exhausted. It was the first time in twenty years that I’d stood at a bus stop; the last time was on the last day of October in 2019. Brexit...
Starling Shout-Out About 60 common starlings were released in 1890 into New York’s Central Park by Eugene Schieffelin. He was president of the American Acclimatization Society, which tried to introduce every bird species mentioned in the works of...
I will have the name because it came by way of blood and stripe. Cowhide-split skin and parchment script the tearful separation of kin...
that I would be the only one to return from summer camp with head lice. And that the medicated shampoo laced with rubbing alcohol would frost my tips. Nowhere to hide beneath the blonde, my skin scabbed red, dozen-or-so pimples blazing. A fact about...
Everything’s coming up oranges. “Ollie Ollie in come free,” it’s all the statue can do to whisper. Meanwhile, cats prowl the edges of wildfires, eagles abandon their towers— dropping knee pads and hats on an underclad country. And the FLOTUS floats...
