[Poetry] Snap, Thud
Other than you, Mother, what I miss most is the water. Nothing here is as cold as the Atlantic, no … Read more
[Poetry] Ethiopia, 1984
I stretch and yawn, Chest swells, Tongue tests the biting edge. My belly growls. Skin ripples and flows over curves … Read more
Memory and Zorba
When I was a child, my mother and grandfather took me to see Anthony Quinn play Zorba the Greek in … Read more
A Swim in a Pond in the Rain
I recently took advantage of Gotham Writer’s annual Open House, and signed up for a session on fiction writing with … Read more
I should not feel inclined to begin my work
I’ve been here. I know this is Proust’s protagonist speaking, and not the author himself, but it’s hard to imagine … Read more