Writing

Poetry |

“The Fall Flower Show at Phipps”

“See their elegant forms and the exquisite care needed to restrain their growth, / years of work to send one branch upward …”

Poetry |

“Illinois”

“The first time hatred handcuffed me was at the corner / between Commercial Avenue and Third / where it slammed me on the hood of a patrol car.”

Poetry |

“Airshow”

“A sleek fighter climbs and dives / in mock attacks, slamming the awestruck / crowd with the sledgehammer / of its booming metallic roar.”

Poetry |

“August, Old Brickyard, Chilmark”

“Mother/daughter, / we stage a scenic selfie –– masked // faces foreground, backdrop / chimney of the brick factory ruin …”

Essay |

from The Murders of Moisés Ville: The Rise and Fall of the Jerusalem of South America 

“In its issue from December 9, 1894, the newspaper Ha-Tzfira noted that the collection of books being brought by Reuben Sinay had increased to 120 pudi. The ‘pood’ is a Russian unit of mass, and converting this gives us an incredible figure of two metric tons.”

Fiction |

“Invasion Theory”

“The only transformation that allows for true escape is the transformation not of the one who flees but of the one who chases.”

Poetry |

“The Supermarket”

“When I read the cashier’s name tag — Penelope — / I think: she must be so lonely. She scans my almond butter, /  and I imagine her response: I’m not your cliché.

Poetry |

“Domesticated”

“I decide that the Hungarian language, obscure as it is, resembling almost nothing else. derives from the movement of Mongolians on ponies.”

Poetry |

“The Shape of Moving”

“It’s where the wind ends, his note says, / and no one finds him for so long he’s been eaten // by insects and vultures — all but his bones and cap …”

Poetry |

from Leaving: A Poem from the Time of the Virus

“… nobody // themselves anymore, not a single apparition, / withdrawal after defeat // but no destination.”

Essay |

“The ‘A’ In Abortion”

“They ask if we want to look at him, and my then-husband leaves the recovery area for the neonatal ICU located somewhere else in the hospital, but I say no. When he returns, I ask him to describe what he saw …”

Poetry |

“You Learned an Anne Sexton Poem”

“You learned an Anne Sexton poem, / to share at my Quaker wedding. We worried over one word, / a tiny one that made the stanza sing. But would my mother want to hear it, / from the pew?”