USDA, "Rim Fire," 2013
We’re parsing the structure of argument; there are men wearing ties, yelling on TV, or men wearing open-collar shirts, yelling across the Internet, who have no need of our thoughtfulness. Our scruples. Anger is what they need; we refuse them, opt out of screed, of tantrum, we must be better than that. Those were the days when the fires spread, forced the bears down out of the hills, dark fur singed and spangled by bits of glowing ash. Those were the days when our coolly beautiful arguments, our firebreaks, were all overrun; precious as a child’s sketch, now forgotten, left behind to burn in this charred, abandoned house.