Poetry
… the mottled cowlicks of the coat across her chest— and she died, was gone like that , the bullet still chambered … he fed her, saying over her grave the single word she had come to know herself by, never understanding it was no name …
Poetry
… apertures opened wide: sand tables in their martial aspect, compass points, barchan dunes, the far horizon’s body line in rocky …
Criticism
… The lunatic, the lover and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. —A Midsummer Night’s Dream The liaisons and … are a number of typos—they (118), Mousetrap (178), title (226), and Marjorie (349), for example—as well as some factual … forty-one and Shura had just turned four when both of them died. For the rest of his life the Terminator conducted a …
Poetry
… Stillbirth At minus two months, Pablo Casals heard his mother playing cello: strings droning on the … around the lurching crystal ball, her belly. Brother who died before the page was turned, how much of this did you …
Fiction
… in wool. Back inside, the other actors were still in bed, comatose and saddle-sore, but Indian #9 had lain awake all … so he’d gone up to the deck to catch a glimpse of the animals instead. Pulleys lurched and squealed as the crates, … never managed to distinguish him among the gray swarm of bodies onscreen.) All night he’d flopped nervously on the …
Fiction
… just thinking about Calista and iron. Some years ago she commissioned a piece by a young sculptor—an artist whose … that it was the power: the sheer power in those bodies flying past. And I love that about Garry: his unabashed … cannot say I mind it so much. I am grateful for him. And I also don’t mind being left again, to a spanakopita, say, or …