The World’s Greatest Fisherman
She couldn’t help notice, when he paid up, that he had a good-sized wad of money in a red rubber band like the kind that holds bananas together in… More
The PEN Ten with Peter von Ziegesar
Writing about my family in a memoir was about as daring as it gets ... I was sure that when the book came out I was going to be… More
Three Poems from Star Dust
You are the ruin whose arm encircles the young woman / at the posthumous bar, before your death. More
Two Poems from Desire
We fill pre-existing forms and when we fill them we change them and are changed. More
Ellen West
—Is it bitter? Does her soul / tell her / that she was an idiot ever to think / anything / material wholly could satisfy? More
Cartography
A lifetime of alcoholism had been responsible for his stroke, so he had only himself to blame. This seemed to be an empowering thought for him, and he repeated… More
The People in the Trees
Our mother's sight was fine, but she often behaved as a blind person would; she moved through the world as a sleepwalker. More