Please know that on September 24 this year, people gathered in downtown Oakland to protest the police killing of Keith Lamont Scott in Charlotte, North Carolina. Please know these protesters were each blood-pumping breathers, a body of living bodies crying for the threatened and dead covered or formerly covered in brown and black skins. (There are few unfraught verbs […]

The awning across the street is being worked by the wind like the upper lip of an Audrey II puppet, and I’m feeling free-floating sadness. The original “realistic” object of my sadness is the fuzzy semiprofessional friendships that are characteristic of my pre-midlife, the attempts to connect that lead down blind alleys, the unkept promises of others […]

I can thank my recent case of methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus for causing me to resume reading Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States. Now that I can walk again, I’m making a routine of reading from the book as I complete a pass of Lake Merritt. Dodging geese, goose poop, and other circuiteerers, I read Zinn’s selection of source texts—quoting workers, […]

High fives to Kirsten Jorgenson for tagging me on The Next Big Thing Facebook post. What is the title of the book? It’s called And when the time for the breaking, after a line from John Ashbery’s Flow Chart. The full epigraph for the title poem reads, And when the time for the breaking […] […]

Every surface pervious! —Charles Legere The organizers of the first Conference on Ecopoetics (February 2013, UC Berkeley) made the striking choice to formulate the welcome as a problem-solution proposal, with CO2 levels and climate change as the central crises and ecopoetics as a potential “vehicle for mobilizing collective advocacy and action.” After my initial kneejerk […]

This February, we pedaled ourselves out to the CODEX 2013 International Book Fair at the Craneway Pavilion in Richmond, California. I was reluctant at first to make the trek, but the fourteen-mile ride from Oakland to Richmond ended up being really enriching. We’d never biked on the Bay Trail all the way to the old […]

During our last trip to the Netherlands, my Dutch parents-in-law took us to the EYE Film Institute in Amsterdam. Across the IJ (\ˈī\) from Amsterdam Centraal, EYE seems to sit on the former bay like a heavy geometricized cloud, stretched out from its base at a diagonal as though concrete could be poured into a […]