The small, cold shock of loneliness upon hearing of the great British comic writer’s death
When the universe gives you a gift, send a thank-you note.
Among the new king’s subjects on a soggy coronation weekend
The enduring appeal of watching human beings attempt to master the Alaskan backcountry
Their cartoon yellowness, their absurd curvature, their fragility, their cordial blandness
What yours says about you
The id of California—the id of America—is strong in both of them.
A well-turned curse can remind you of the power of language.
If Cormac McCarthy interpreted the humiliations of Kevin McCarthy
If you don’t like me now, just give it an hour.
One hundred years after the publication of The Waste Land, its vision has never been more terrifying.
Intangible in cultural heritage, tangible in my mouth
This is an event of such astoundingly obvious wrongness that doing the right thing is easy.
It’s you versus you.
Take a chance on them.
A poem for the new monarch
Bedtime stories aren’t just for children.
The Elizabethan poet and divine was a mystic in bed and a mystic in the pulpit.
I can’t believe how good we sound.