Piper Wheeler teaches and waits tables in Oakland.
Articles by Piper Wheeler:
arches kept quiet - hurricane sang - green and brown / but always young - black wine - thrush-filled lindens
as though your book would sell a million - I've boswelled your johnson - Exile is not the most alone! - Fix me, hon. My skin's on wrong. - Square teeth, bright as shovels. - the golden egg so shining and so wanted - all our dads, alone, enraged - I can't promise I won't burn down this town
monument to unrelatability - a better reason than « it's Important Literature. » - the father’s strange subjectivity - a banal insistence on the humanity of humans - But once I read a preface - I SEE YOU! How do I respond? - It had none of the disinterest expected of the philologist - so much more imaginative labor
maybe you shouldn’t - I was lonesome - three moments - perception was individuated and unrepeatable - a falsely sanctified corner of the trash-factory that was the world - exquisite, squeamish horror - needlepoint plaques - we mourn because we have to forgive the dead