Narrative Permission Slip

First week of March, still frigid in New York, where it feels like someone in the sky kitchen said, “There’s hardly any winter left in the pot–you  finish it,” and dumped a double helping on our plate. Still the same ice ridges and filthy snow...

My Queer Shoulder and the Veil

Arielle Greenberg includes a meaty, enthusiastic discussion of Jan Clausen’s Veiled Spill: A Sequence in her latest  American Poetry Review column under the heading “What to Read Now: Some Vital Books from 2014.” Greenberg’s nuanced...

On Dark Matter: Women Witnessing

Recently much of my writing has revolved around a very large question about the human predicament : Who are we, the beings who live with the thought that the manner of our living may be closing off the possibility of future life, yet who strive to keep that thought...