“Paul Tavilla”
SummerStage, 2003
Paul Tavilla does this as a hobby; he catches grapes dropped from high buildings. Indeed, he is listed in the Guinness Book of World Records as the champion in this rather specialized field, having in 1988 caught a grape in his mouth from the top of the John Hancock Tower in Boston...
"Oh Land of National Paradise,
How Glorious Are Thy Bounties"
Salon, June 2001
At midnight, Harper exits the dining room of the Old Faithful Inn and greets the distant geysers with a loud, resonant fart - take that, all ye fire-breathing monsters! - then breaks into a run across the steamy, trembling ground?
Cipriani, October 2003
If anybody can come back from the dead, and then write about it, it will have to be George Plimpton
Salon, April 2001
How different any house looks from outside
and from within. I used to circle mansions
finding out, through guessing and good luck,
what acts of kindness kept the home fires warm
and what was done in dens
Salon, April 2001
I loitered under the arch
to read the notes left there
until a train passed through,
pressing me against a mossy wall
Salon, April 2001
Since our proscriptive age cannot abide
the mannish gazing that's objectified
the female shape (both gamine-slim and more
curvaceous in its lineaments), I swore
correctness