Flood Song
I strike a wet match on his wooden mind,/ stash my invitation behind his waterless eyes,/ and pencil in the first unmarked box More
Glengarry Glen Ross
The Glengarry Highland’s leads, you’re sending Roma out. Fine. He’s a good man. We know what he is. He’s fine. All I’m saying, you look at the board, he’s… More
Underworld
She feels the words before she sees the object. She feels the words although no one has spoken them. This is how a crowd brings things to single consciousness.… More
A Terrible Splendor
Fourth Set “I’m playing for my life”Tilden rose and stretched, decided to walk around the grounds for a few minutes. If he considered going to the locker room to see Gottfried… More
An Oresteia
What are you waiting for? You have your / orders–strew the ground with fabrics, / now! / Make his path crimsoncovered! / purplepaved! redsaturated! More
Marilyn Hacker: Selected Poems
Lines that grapple doubt, written because of the beloved :// when grief subsides, what survives the loss of the beloved ? More
Canyon Sam: Sky Train
Canyon Sam received a 2010 Open Book Award.At the beginning of my fifth week, I flew from Chengdu in western China to Lhasa, the capital of Tibet, a three-hour flight… More
An Interview with Don DeLillo
Sinclair Lewis called for 'a literature worthy of our vastness.' A novelist tends to feel this spread and breadth in his fingertips (or not) and I’ve tried to bring… More
Human Moments in WWIII
This is a human moment, and it reminds me that war, among other things, is a form of longing. More
Point Omega
I tormented myself over the running time, settling finally on a freakish fifty-seven-minute movie that was screened at a couple of documentary festivals. It could have been a hundred… More