On Sunday, October 22nd, more than one thousand from Yale, New Haven, and throughout Connecticut gathered on the New Haven...
Creative Work
You sat low with me thenagainst the foot of the bedin the week after my father died. I put my...
I’ve lived here for two months already, and it’s clear this space does not allow for another. I am left...
A single red sclera scans linoleum. It encloses the white irises that I bathe the milling men and women and...
This one drive,my father put the radio on,to replace the other sounds,and there was news from Norway,speaking of the fish...
When I get my haircut I like to imagine The barber is you. I don’t notice the Eminem playing or...
Inspired by “A Prayer for My Daughter” by W.B. Yeats As I lie in these tousled sheetsstaring at the beat...
The days when the flower pot shattersbecause a gust of wind blows too strongly,and I am left with dirt and...
After Craig Arnold’s “Meditation on a Grapefruit” To wake bare feet into cool tile glassied by the pall of...
