& in the mornings sometimes awoke so cold —the wind in Iowa City was brutal— those days of doubt, those days of troubled land, that I did not want to get out of bed &
The Hafgufa is a giant fish or whale said in Old Norse writings to roam the seas.
In the Konungs Skuggsjá, a book of tactics and morality written by King Håkon Håkonsson for his young son, the king is loath to describe the creature—for no...
My mother, teaching me how to protect my body: “When a man touches you here, yell I am a body that will bear a child.” How was I, a child, to understand that as the sanctity of my body. How was I to know to say, the body without that potential...
Early in January, a few days into the New Year, I sat with four students on the ninth floor of a Twenty-Third Street Manhattan building. I have two dominant memories of our week together: The first is of the forbearance with which they...
Little wiener dog doing his best show horse, jumping one, two, three stumps in a row; his boy is too busy scrolling to notice, but I smile all the way up the hill. Bitter cold
