I clipped this poem out of the New Yorker weeks ago. I don’t do that too often. It’s been hanging on my fridge, but I took it down today. I’m taking everything down, packing, putting things away. It’s a paean, a little melancholy, but a celebration nonetheless. It’s hard to read now that I’m leaving, [...]

San Diego seems utterly filled with fat, tanned families, wives with untamed manes of chestnut brown hair, men with paunches and bad tattoos, children with spindly legs and potbellies, thick, wet stalactites of hair running down from ponytails sagging at the backs of their heads. Leathery old women with emphysematic voices call out to [...]