Very Much At Home

The previous owners of this house must have had a large dog because there was a giant dog bed in the living room when I arrived. Griffin weighs all of twelve pounds and stands less than…

Jesse Ball

Through games, lies, and uncertain identities, Jesse Ball charts the give and take of competing realities. His writing feels architectural and theatrical, with narrative structures that could be drawn by an Etch A Sketch master: his…

Have You Heard?

My dad, a retired fighter pilot, needed hearing aids for a while before he actually got them. It had reached a tragicomic point: we could no longer tell if he was actually mishearing us, or pretending…

People Still Need Healing

You have to understand—there’s no one left to do it. Where am I supposed to find another acupuncturist when I can’t even find a plumber? People still need healing. Doctors are in short supply.

The 101: The Poetry Brothel

Trop sits down in Chicago with Lisa Marie Basile AKA Luna Liprari to chat about The Poetry Society of New York’s eccentric, popular, and only sometimes awkward poetry series known as The Poetry Brothel.   Listen to…

For Removing Your Shoes

On the front door of our offices, we have a sign that Paulette, my former boss, asked me to order. I had my choice of a background color of Old Parchment, Dusty Mauve, or Cactus Green.…

Called to Terror

I picked up Amanda Coe’s debut novel, What They Do In The Dark, not because I had heard of it (which I hadn’t) or because it was propped up on the bookseller’s “staff picks” shelf (which it was),…

Produce A Decent Cartwheel

Good news, bad news. First the good: another sunny day and hardly any traffic on I-94. You’d think that the Apocalypse might have slowed down global warming since there are so few of us left alive…

Triangle

Hey Jake It looks like it’s time to take matters into my own hands. Yes, I understand that you have priorities to balance. And yes, I understand that you can’t introduce me to Sarah at the…

Migrate!

Since moving to LA last fall and becoming one with the highways, on their shoulders I have seen a dead skunk, at least a couple dead possums and something I think was, at one time, a dog. But…

I Do Some Embarrassing Things for Love

I realized I do some embarrassing things for love while standing outside the women’s restroom at the Arclight Cinerama Dome in Hollywood. The Artist had just ended a few minutes earlier. I’d already taken care of…

Use Up Some Fuel

Tomorrow I’m going to use up some fuel and drive into the old neighborhood to look for Levi and Dingo again. I’ll also check on how Dad is doing with the store. Your sister-in-law Eve used…

An Open Letter to the Editors of Star Magazine

Dear Sir or Madam: Recently, my quality of life took a rather abrupt downswing when I was unexpectedly required to accompany my mother on one of her weekly visits to the chiropractor. Some undoubtedly banal meeting…

The General

The past few months here in Milledgeville, Georgia, have been unseasonably warm, even for this part of the world. I’ve noticed two immediate results. One is a bumper crop of enormous flying German cockroaches (“palmetto bugs”)…

Perhaps He’s Been Reincarnated

Here’s what I know about our people: Your dad is dead and has been since well before the Apocalypse. It’s a shame you won’t remember him. Sometimes I like to entertain myself with the idea that…

Microclimates

My dad just served me a weather post, in the most improbable way. We’d just woken up and were sitting at my kitchen table, in my fifth-floor walk-up, looking out my window over the flats of central…