Fiction |
“How I Became A Writer”
“My friend pulled to the side of the road, and we checked the tires and underneath to see if we had broken something loose or were leaking fluid. All was OK until we heard the moaning and whistling.”
Poetry |
“Soul Sacrifice”
Poetry |
“You Are Not a Ghost Town”
Fiction |
“Yield to the charm of catastrophe …”
“Radical doubt appoints us to the public institution of the soul. The surface of attention stripped of sense and elasticity, we have no greater recourse than replacing our invention of a vigorous transcendence with a lazy null …”
Poetry |
“Sonnet” and “Quarantine”
Interview |
“The Impersonal Intimate”: A Conversation with Carol Moldaw
“I think of a poem as an open-ended inquiry. Sometimes I feel like I’m making a case, though I only discover through building the poem what the case may be. Perhaps that idea comes from my one year of law school, but I’ve always felt strict about language.”
Essay |
“Friendship on the Page”
“… the continuous intertwined narrative of a reciprocal exchange between just two correspondents … I found exactly that in the correspondence between William Maxwell and Eudora Welty.”
Essay |
“The Depths”
“Two years have passed since my electroconvulsive treatments. No longer eating or sleeping, I had slipped under the ward doors as a ghost.”
Fiction |
“A Large Body of Water Could Symbolize Deep Emotions” and “Intimacy Of”
“One morning she woke floating. That is, her room was filled with water as if it had been sealed — caulked, a shower, but a room, and the room as bathtub, and the shower head switched on …”