The Last City I Loved: San Francisco
One part of me will always be on my roof in the Sunset District, smoking with my human butt on a damp spot, my cigarette butt about to rest on a similarly moist shingle.
...moreOne part of me will always be on my roof in the Sunset District, smoking with my human butt on a damp spot, my cigarette butt about to rest on a similarly moist shingle.
...moreLate summer 2005 and everything’s under water. The news warns us that New York City could be the next New Orleans—flooded subways, ten thousand shattered windows.
...moreDC is traffic circles, non-working fountains in some circles’ centers, jammed downtown corridors and quiet Anacostia neighborhood streets no taxi driver wants to know after midnight. It’s Muslim taxi drivers unfurling prayer mats in alleyways near the homeless guy singing to himself
...moreWhen an Irish person up and leaves for the United States, oftentimes the party thrown in their honor is referred to as an American Wake.
...moreNo? Why not? We’d like to know the last book you loved and why. Send us a writeup of the last book you truly loved — a little bit book review and a lot about why you loved it — along with a short bio. We’ll publish our favorites in The Rumpus blog. No length […]
...moreThe haircut was the last thing on my list.
...moreI liked the place; I liked the idea of the place, was in a fortune cookie I once ate while living in New York.
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