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Utility pole

You are always useful, even when bloated with the dread and emptiness that makes you crawl outside, find a utility pole, clawing up and up with fingernails uncut and hair adrift like the logs you saw swimming in the ocean when you were six, sawed redwoods with no life jackets and no branches and leaves, just like … Continue reading


Last week was spent where blue meets blue: Vancouver. I bounced around from discussing medical pedagogy to particular forms of literary criticism to eating fresh Pacific salmon. I walked along a beach. I stood at the base of mountains. I had never been to Vancouver before. The brush of green against gray, the inevitable rain … Continue reading