Leaving the Atocha Station

Insofar as I was interested in the arts, I was interested in the disconnect between my experience of actual artworks and the claims made on their behalf; the closest… More

A Tuareg Leaves Timbuktu

The first thing you must do / when word of the rebel army’s advance / reaches your mud-brick home / is surrender your hope / to see the Great… More

On Translating Lutz Seiler

In calling forth his landscape’s life, in full awareness of both his literary and non-literary forebears, Lutz Seiler has re-contextualized and radically personalized German Naturlyrik for the 21st century,… More

in field latin

one evening / they came the dead of my house / back from the train-station. it was december & // their next train did not leave till march More

A Singular Woman

To describe Dunham as a white woman from Kansas is about as illuminating as describing her son as a politician who likes golf. Intentionally or not, the label obscures… More

Four Last Songs

I’d forgotten to pay attention for years / To a song I heard for the first time // At the end of a recent memorial, / An actual song… More