Julian Robles

Jack Frost

Jack Frost

I found my mom in bed one afternoon, limp and sprawled long like a tired thing. Her little TV was on. It was one of those small square kinds with bright-colored slots for red and yellow cables at the bottom.

There are some people at the door, I told her. The same people as last time. They asked for you.

You shouldn’t open the door for strangers, she said. She sighed and tilted her head to the left, giving her a better view of the screen. Her hair pressed against her cheek, sticky from sweat, some strands caught between her lips. I love this episode. It reminds me of when I was little like you, she said. She kept watching and smiled to herself. And I knew for the rest of the day she would only be silent.

Julian Robles is a writer in New York City and a contributing editor for We Do Culture. 

The Endless Giving of Lil Peep

The Endless Giving of Lil Peep

This won’t be about the tour bus. Or the messy details of an overdose. This won’t even be about the life of a kid named Gus. Someone else— a mom, friends, a brother, old lovers— will reckon with those fragments. They don’t belong to us. So instead I’ll write about the musician Lil Peep, brief thoughts on what he gave. Let’s call it a piecing together.

Julian Robles is a writer in New York City and contributing editor for We Do Culture. 

eulogy for the suburban cornstalks of my mother’s childhood | the hammer

All the stalks folded low into the ground one night before you were born.
It was something I had wanted you to remember.

I. Eulogy

My grandfather and grandmother built their first home along a dusty, brown tract in Southern California, in a place where the houses careen all through the valley and into the hills.

Julian Robles is a writer in New York City and contributing editor for We Do Culture.