That Thing
Shake that thing. —Wynonie Harris Rake that thing into the [...]
Elizabeth Bishop and The New Yorker
Can you talk a little about The New Yorker in [...]
The Key
He felt for his key the way he would feel [...]
Passing
Diagonal bands [...]
Breakwater
Tide out, rank odor rising on the heated rocks. Tiny [...]
Preface
Hand and foot, from head to toe, the body we [...]
Sunset Park Sunset
Surprise and aspiration are such killjoys: suddenly the sky turns [...]
Prolonging Rest
This year the crocuses, awkwardly counting in the yard, astound [...]
Bent Tree, Straight Shadow
The skeletal Mr. Bloch flunked me in physics. He gathered [...]
Ashokan Farewell
And so someone’s standing beside you, easel and canvas articulated [...]