but it was only thought snow, and nothing
when it began, a thingless veil, a reign
of molecules, so we could overlook
the beauties and hazards of being
burdened and cold.
— for Nate Pritts My mother’s voice could jerk you inside out like a shirt. Then you’d be sorry like when Steve stuck a snake in the fish tank. My mother’s voice could throw ice buckets over shower rods a mile away. Could kick an attitude up and down Winter Street […]
I am grateful to Clea DuVall for affording me the chance to imagine watchable versions of Happiest Season, if not the opportunity to watch the one actually streaming on Hulu. Setting aside the obvious event all good Seasons ought to share—Aubrey Plaza and Kristen Stewart collaborating to bring the rating up to at least R—I’ve […]