I. Main ghar aa gayi. I’ve come home. II. My hands fall into the usual routine. Muscle memory: I am...
1. I wish we still took pictures of our hands and feet in the early mornings. Roused from sleep to...
It is Friday night. No date. Any Friday night you want. I am playing chess with my Dad after we...
after Marilyn Hacker Light glints off of the tower across the screeching street, strangers, the psalm of a shameless city. I’ve scrubbed raw...
Someone in the classroom has written their report on Lyme disease, and speaks with earnest gravity about prevalence, arthritis, the...
The hills of Austria are like a sleeping Clifford, Or like the carcass of a giant babushka from the valley...