Large Print Poetry

You direct my eyes
to the yellow door of the bookshop.

Help me when I ask. Don’t just pull me                                 to the side-

walk away from the
CAR!  
rushing down          
MARKET STREET?            
(if that’s                         …

More In: Chronicles

Where I Go: Praying to the Pickleball Gods | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

Where I Go: Praying to the Pickleball Gods

Making the Pilgrimage to Bainbridge Island Connects Fans to the Sport’s Origins and to One Another

Pickleball—an addictive mashup of tennis, badminton, and ping pong—is seemingly everywhere these days, and played by seemingly everyone.

There are now a whopping 4.8 million players in the U.S. (a number …

The Palls | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

The Palls

after Tommye Blount’s ‘The Suit’

 

Rookie,   this shift blows–still,   wear your tie, though
    in time   you’ll goddamn the   Southside. Lord   knows

I’ve spilled   …

Ritual | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

Ritual

Six girls in as many months. Talk of Ouija boards, a ghost hand lifting them in turn to rope. How else could they read the air and think …

Where I Go: Hunting Queer Ghosts in Chicago | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

Where I Go: Hunting Queer Ghosts in Chicago

Why Being Gay and Being Haunted Go Together in Fundamental Ways

We think the ghosts will come to us as we sit in Kaitlyn’s car, once our car, on top of the man-made hill that houses the only mausoleum in Woodlawn …

Departure from Saline River | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

Departure from Saline River

‘I’m sorry. I haven’t done this before
and I’m quite nervous,’ he said,
folding himself into the suitcase.

‘Don’t worry,’ she said, ‘Take your time.
The whole town’s come to see …