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I love jazz, the way individuals combine into an irreducible whole—unpredictable but coherent, a collaborative act of unbounded creation. When I see a good jazz combo, I see humanity itself.

There would have been chaos,
confetti mined from the cliffs
of Michoacán. 

Here was Cyrus at the door on a Saturday, unannounced and with a leather duffel hanging from each arm, asking to crash for a night or two—three at absolute most.

We made a dance of all the ways

we’d hurt our bodies.

on a movie set and you see the doctor

I chose it,
went willingly,
put in

the time
with the diocese
and my sponsor,

What Drag Culture Means for the Legacy (and Future) of the LGBTQ+ Community in an Appalachian Town

My father, a conscientious objector and lifelong man of peace, handed me the revolver and told me that his father would have wanted me to have it.

Light cut through the darkness that filled the nave, rousing Pastor Kane from sleep.

On the New Science of Narcissism