Jay Hopler | 1970–2022
In Memoriam At the passing of a loved one, my first inclination is to catalog as many memories…
Sharks Keep Moving
I was fidgeting with my beer—passing it from one hand to the other and back again, the little I’d spilled giving it just enough slide across the bar to feel satisfying—when Walt walked in.
The Implausible Story
The first time I came across the story of the Mennonites of Ak Metchet, I hardly noticed it.
A Place to Stand
About noon, almost lunch. August air is soup, does the opposite of nourish.
The brutality of it was stunning. There was no sound, really—
Then I Give You Magic
Prayer sounds of ocean air & shiplap. Two leagues out on this ramshackle boat
Clean Up, 1997
What I remember about ’97 was that people dumped a lot of shit at our farm that year.
The honey I stir into my tea raises eyebrows when friends see it’s called Superfund honey.
The Soo Line Dump
Drought pales the dip of meadow coming into view.
Apology and Gratitude Are Two Sides of the Same Coin
The wine glass my mother threw across the kitchen floor