Day: November 7, 2025

  Furiosa 1. In the weeks after my father dies, we attempt normality, but my life spins off into speculative fiction. Going to see Furiosa alone in the theater soon...

Willie, Invictus An air conditioning unit fell from a tall building and landed on my mother and now her corpse is following me. Which is so my mom. I’ve only...

Poem   Do not die I said to the train. It was sad. It didn’t want to be a person; it wanted to be a bird. All birds being dead ...

Interview by Jason Dubow, essays editor Questions: Willie, My Father, and Me Boog City: Now that you are a man of a certain age, i.e. a lot of time has...

  Willie, My Father, and Me I never asked much of my father, and he never asked much of me. I never asked him how his jobs were going or...