Tuesday, September 2, 2025

Palm Springs

Palm Springs

By Christian Gullette

 

We drink Fernet by ironic sculptures

under misters that make our bangs damp.

 

It’s our anniversary,

though that time feels faint.

 

We are searching for a place

to escape his diagnosis,

 

laws against gay marriage,

our leaky, flat roof.

 

Every Memorial Day

and Labor Day, we go to the desert.

 

Sometimes also the Fourth

of July.

 

Palm Springs rewinds things.

We almost buy that mid-century chair

 

proud of our rule that love for it

needs to be immediate.

 

At the Parker, a guy with a calf tattoo

brings drinks.

 

You can ask for anything here.

We toast to another year without cancer.

 

After dinner, we wander the hotel hedge maze,

nowhere to go that late but home.

 

 

About the Poem

 

Christian Gullette’s Palm Springs is a poem of sleek surfaces and simmering tensions. The desert resort town—so often painted in mid-century glamour—becomes here a backdrop for longing, performance, and queer recognition. Palm Springs is both mirage and mirror: a place where artifice and authenticity blur, where the hot light reveals as much as it conceals.

 

The poem doesn’t settle for nostalgia or kitsch. Instead, it examines what it means to inhabit a space so layered with history, expectation, and desire. Gullette’s Palm Springs isn’t just a sunny escape; it’s a charged landscape where intimacy pulses against the faΓ§ade of cocktails, poolsides, and desert views.

 

Queer poets have long re-imagined spaces marked by leisure or luxury as sites of deeper reflection, and Gullette does just that. Palm Springs is lush but not naΓ―ve, glamorous but not shallow. It suggests that behind every stylish lounge chair or glimmering pool, there’s a body hoping to be seen, a self negotiating the terms of love and exposure.

 

As readers, we are left with a sense of recognition—of what it means to find ourselves in a place where beauty and fragility intertwine, where queer desire is both illuminated and complicated by the desert sun.

 

 

About the Poet

 

Christian Gullette is an acclaimed poet and translator based in San Francisco. His debut collection, Coachella Elegy (Trio House Press, 2024), earned critical praise and became a finalist for the 2025 Northern California Book Award in Poetry. The volume has also been featured on several “must‑read” lists from LitHub, Electric Lit, Alta Journal, and Debutiful. Ron Charles of The Washington Post Book Club lauded its “cool, elegantly controlled poems,” while Publishers Weekly described it as “tender and deliciously sly.”

 

Gullette holds a Ph.D. in Scandinavian Languages and Literatures from the University of California, Berkeley, where he explored themes of sexuality, race, and neoliberalism in Swedish literature and film. He also earned an MFA from the Warren Wilson MFA Program for Writers and an M.Ed. from George Washington University, following a B.A. in English from Bates College. As a translator, he works professionally with Swedish texts—including poetry by Kristofer Folkhammar and Jonas Modig, as well as cookbooks by Roy Fares, Lisa Lemke, and others.

 

He currently serves as editor-in-chief of The Cortland Review and has taught workshops for the Kenyon Review Online Writers Workshops and the Poetry Society of New York. He was awarded a Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference scholarship in 2022.

 

A longtime resident of San Francisco, Gullette lives with his husband, Michael. His work intricately interweaves personal grief—including living through his husband’s ocular cancer diagnosis and the loss of his brother—with the luminous terrain of California’s desert landscapes, exploring themes of desire, mortality, visibility, and renewal.

Monday, September 1, 2025

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Labor Day and the Work of Equality

Labor Day is meant to honor the dignity of work and those who labor to build better lives for themselves and their families. For the LGBTQ+ community, this day also reminds us of the struggles—and victories—hard won in workplaces across the country. From the first people who risked everything by being openly queer at work, to those who organized for equal protections, to today’s advocates fighting for trans rights in the workplace, our labor has always included not just our jobs, but the fight to be recognized fully as ourselves.

It can be easy to forget that for so long, queer people could be fired simply for who they were—or still can in too many places. Labor Day, then, isn’t just about wages and hours, but about fairness, dignity, and opportunity. It’s about remembering that “the work of equality” is ongoing, and each generation takes up its part of the task.

So today, as we enjoy the holiday, let’s also honor the countless LGBTQ+ workers—teachers, nurses, artists, soldiers, and so many others—who make our world brighter and stronger. And let’s commit ourselves to a future where every person’s work, and every person’s identity, is respected.

Happy Labor Day, friends. 🌈✊🏽

Sunday, August 31, 2025

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Laboring for the Lord

 

Tomorrow is Labor Day, a holiday that reminds us of the dignity of work and the contributions of workers in every field of life. For many, it’s a day of rest, marking the end of summer and the beginning of a new season. But as Christians, it’s also an opportunity to reflect on what Scripture says about labor—not just the work of our hands, but the work of our hearts and lives in service to God.

 

Jesus reminds us in Matthew 9:37–38:

“The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.”

Our world is full of need—spiritual, physical, and emotional. The work of sharing Christ’s love is never finished, and Jesus calls us to be part of that labor. Yet this is not a burdensome task. It is a holy calling, an invitation to sow seeds of kindness, compassion, and truth in a world desperate for hope.

 

At the same time, John 6:27 reminds us:

“Do not labor for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures to eternal life…”

We all know the demands of daily work: paychecks, deadlines, chores, and responsibilities. These are important, but they are not the whole picture. Jesus calls us to a deeper labor—the kind that nourishes the soul and points us toward eternity. When we labor for love, justice, and mercy, we invest in what can never fade.

 

The Apostle Paul encourages perseverance in 1 Corinthians 15:58:

“Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.”

Even when our work feels unnoticed, exhausting, or unfruitful, God sees it. Every act of service, every word of encouragement, every moment we choose faithfulness over despair—it all matters in the kingdom of God.

 

And our work isn’t just about ourselves. Paul says in Ephesians 4:28:

“Let the thief no longer steal, but rather let him labor, doing honest work with his own hands, so that he may have something to share with anyone in need.”

Work provides, but it also allows us to give. Honest labor is not just about earning a living—it’s about living generously. Our labor becomes an expression of love when it blesses others.

 

That’s why Paul instructs in Colossians 3:23:

“Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men.”

Work takes on new meaning when we do it for God. Whether it’s sweeping a floor, teaching a class, caring for children, or advocating for justice, when we do it “unto the Lord,” our daily labor becomes an act of worship.

 

Paul offers a warning in 2 Thessalonians 3:10–12:

“If anyone is not willing to work, let him not eat… Now such persons we command and encourage in the Lord Jesus Christ to do their work quietly and to earn their own living. 

Labor is not only a calling but also a responsibility. God designed work as part of the goodness of creation—not as punishment but as purpose. In working, we live out both dignity and discipline.

 

And finally, Paul reminds Timothy in 1 Timothy 5:18:

“The laborer deserves his wages.”

Here lies an important truth: God values the worker. Just as employers should treat their workers with fairness, we must also remember that God honors every honest effort. No laborer goes unnoticed in His kingdom.

 

So, this Labor Day weekend, let us rest in gratitude for the work God has given us. Let us labor not only for earthly gain but also for eternal good. Let us find joy in doing all things as unto the Lord, steadfast and immovable, abounding always in His work.

 

Because in the Lord, our labor is never in vain.

Friday, August 29, 2025

Wrapping Up the Week

 


Friday is finally here—and it’s a holiday weekend, too. It’s been quite a week. Most of my time at work has been spent buried in emails: finding the right information to answer them, or carefully wording responses to delicate matters that really should have been handled by my boss. Still, I think it turned out to be a successful week overall.

I’ve got a few more emails to get through today, but the good news is that I’m working from home. Well, part of the day will be spent working from the mechanic’s while I get an oil change, but that still counts.

Once the workday is done, I’ve got three days ahead for some much-needed rest and relaxation. Here’s hoping it’s a restorative weekend for all of us.

Have a wonderful holiday weekend, everyone!

Thursday, August 28, 2025

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Riding Out the Week

I’ve had some good days and some bad days lately with my back and leg pain. Monday wasn’t too bad, Tuesday was not so good, and yesterday turned out to be a pretty good day. The trouble is, my migraines seem to have struck a bargain with my body—if the back and leg aren’t bothering me, then the migraine will.

I’m about two weeks out from another round of Botox treatment, so the timing of these flare-ups is not entirely surprising. Monday began with a migraine that thankfully lifted by Tuesday, only to come back again yesterday. Yesterday’s was minor (if there is such a thing), but around midnight it flared up again and hasn’t eased this morning.

Still, I’m determined not to call in sick. I have things that need doing, emails to send, and hopefully I can get through them quickly. If the migraine doesn’t ease, today may turn into a half-day. The good news is that I’ll be working from home tomorrow, which should make it easier to take things at a slower pace if I need to. And after that comes a three-day weekend—something I’m definitely looking forward to.

Here’s hoping a little rest, a quieter schedule, and some time away from the grind will bring more good days than bad in the week ahead.

And of course, no week is complete without the Isabella Pic of the Week—Her Majesty all curled up in a soft gray blanket, perfectly demonstrating how to do rest and relaxation the right way.