The Year of the Bunny
Ah, it’s spring! Nevermind that freaky Austin weather has had us swimming since January; spring proper is marked by the arrival of a certain long-eared, short-tailed burrowing mammal. March may come in like a...
Author: Anna
The Reason For The Season
In this season of true love and cheap chocolate, it seems uncharitable to point out how all this glorification of love can’t help but contribute to rising divorce rates. Essentially, it is because the...
Behind the Scenes at a Holistic Veterinarian’s
A short, fat, brown dog was panting heavily in the examining room of the animal clinic. Her owner was with her. Fine stainless steel needles punctured the dog’s skin, yet the dog didn’t...
Meet the SYMPLES
Austin’s recent population explosion very well may have been the result of a shipping error at J. Crew. Think about it. How else could so many young, well-groomed professionals have washed up here on...
The case of the changing icon
Nancy Drew ruined my life. There, I’ve said it. Now I’ve voiced my resentment of one of America’s most beloved female icons. Nancy Drew gave me false hopes – by pretending to be just...
Courtly Love vs. Courtney Love
Back when I spent more time thinking about medieval literature– and when Courtney Love was more of a going concern–I created this list that was popular with a few of the hipper medievalists. Think...
Working Out with Edward Albee.
***a poem from the mid- 90’s: Working Out with Edward Albee. It isn’t that I ever see him, It’s just comforting knowing he’s there. Weighting for the weights, Trudging on the treadmill, Running in...
transasia
Hot sweet baklava afternoonsWhen your tongue curls curls curls in my earLike the designs on your grandmother’s rug,Your American motorbike exotic and strangeTeaching German to the Turkish boys,Metaphysics to the women. Last time I...
Pearls [on the sinking of the Titanic]
After the lifeboats had goneThe wealthiest men in AmericaStood together on deckListing to one last waltzDreaming of Vienna and Wagner. Dressed in dinner jacketsTheir fingers stained with nicotineThe fires in their handsReflecting uponThe yellow...
