Pokemon

Capable Monsters: An Interview with Marlin M. Jenkins

I wanted to pick Pokédex entries that felt resonant, and in most cases, pokémon that I had an emotional attachment to. I didn’t have any criteria that bound me to the first generation—if anything, I wanted to resist the part of the fandom that idealizes the early games/show and dismisses what’s come after.

Three Pokémon Poems

You are still trying to name yourself, still scribbling on your tombstones, still threading through sutures. You are partition & parenthesis.

ode to pokemon trainer Red

i hope Red had taken time to write his
requiem for his lost dad, when trainer
Silver, had happened
to find him praying at the mountain froth.

Quest Items: On Controllers

I can be in the backyard, in the woods, sitting on the porch steps. The world of Pokémon anywhere and everywhere.

Pokémon Red Is a Kafkaesque Nightmare

I understand the comfort afforded by an endless grind for which the only reward is more grind, perhaps a little too well. It’s about maintaining the appearance of working toward something, without the pressure of having to derive any ultimate fulfillment from whatever it is.