Cody Walker
Under & In, Through & Through, Over & Out
Goodbyes are no fun — so I’m going to mostly skip them. But I wanted to use the last of my seventy-three posts on this blog to thank Tyler, for bringing me aboard nearly two years ago; my co-contributors, for…
Double Double, Part 2 (Abecedarians)
The Best American Poetry 2010, guest edited by Amy Gerstler, is chock-full of dark delights: Sandra Beasley’s “Unit of Measure,” Lynn Emanuel’s “Dear Final Journey,” Gabriel Gudding’s “And What, Friends, Is Called a Road?,” G. C. Waldrep’s “Their Faces Shall…
“You wanna see a fire truck? Burn up your house.”
It’s my daughter Zia’s first Christmas, which means — spoiler alert! — I finally get to play Santa. We have a foot-high rosemary “tree” and a gas-lit fire; we have the dregs of some eggnog in the fridge. I’m not…
Lucy, the Way of Light
It’s December 13th — the Feast Day of Saint Lucy, patron saint of writers — and I’m surrounded by half-opened boxes of Nutty Bars, Fig Newtons, and “Lemonhead & Friends.” (Should candy have friends? Should we be eating these friends?)…
Today, 70 Years Pryor
Had he not died in 2005 of cardiac arrest, Richard Pryor would have turned seventy years old today. He survives in countless ways — in video clips from The Ed Sullivan Show and his own show on NBC, yes, but…
