The luminaries of the North African revolutions sit under the leafy shade of Algiers coffee-houses. There’s a conference down the road—all the leaders are there—but they prefer to smoke. To make love, also, on uneven mattresses with the fan going too loud...

Most of the haunting comes from the landscape. It’s a huge, empty vastness looming in the mind; unexplored except for the mines and the pipelines and...

Gentle sheets of festive rain pass over the matted valley between Thanksgiving and Christmas. It was in the final Gayogo̱hó:nǫʔ class of the semester that...

One of the most endearing things about American myopicism is that you can, as a foreigner, tell them you haven’t heard of anything, and they will believe you. Hmm...

No matter who you are, it's worth making friends with lesbians. It's remarkable how much can be lost in a generation. Cultural transmission isn't 1:1, not a father uploading a lifetime to a son nor a mother to a daughter. It's a distributed, asynchronous, mutlivalent forest of echoes...

The flags have been at half-mast for more days this month than they’ve flown at summit. Warm concrete laps grainily against the ledge that drops off to the creek next to the police station. And the Hall of Justice. As the pressing, gay heat slackens...