Tag Archives: Bryan D. Price

now heavier because I am really desperate to get you on the phone give you this note involve you in my epistolary novel about (or pieced together from) old photographs fragments of conversation profane marginalia old tapes I have of us listening to the night noise outside our window the instinct has always been to […]

now you are reading naked in bed from a book about yoga it is unashamedly hot in here surpassed only by a rare day in the fifteenth century when someone (or some godlike force) let all the steam out of the core and the oceans reversed themselves I have asked for a similar reprieve—nothing like […]

There is something unmanageable about subtlety in such dark times. Soon there will be nothing to recognize as familiar. Landscapes of our youth have long been forgotten in the service of mobility. It is in our historical cruelty to blow indiscriminately across the maelstrom. I have lived among beautiful people but never said so to […]