Nonfiction
“What would happen,” the poet Muriel Rukeyser asks in her oft-quoted poem “Käthe Kollwitz,” “if…
I. When did we become mortal enemies? You campaigned early and hard to be our…
1.It begins in the middle like this: the sun sets quietly in a Brooklyn sky.…
Several weeks ago I wrote about the need to stoke our anger and nurture it…
Dear Editor, I thank you for this invitation. Funny, I composed a poem about the…
Clock I was born with a clock. No twin bells ringing as I made my…
11am on a Wednesday I started the day considering the figure but soon became preoccupied…
And so began a new life, illuminated already in the choosing of what to translate,…
You are a mouse. You have a comfortable home. A dense layer of wood chips…
[A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: As my lesbian marriage was disintegrating, I experimented with dating…