Nonfiction
Winter 1994
Anchoring Natalia Ginzburg
An actress offered me the tapes of a two-hour interview with Natalia Ginzburg made in April 1991 six months before her death at age seventy-five. The brown, magnetic scrolls unwound […]
Poetry
Winter 1993
Wash, Early Monday
Truncated piles and half-matched pairs of rubbery socks, with running holes, pale prune colored pants and T-shirts shrinking by the round good fortune of growing. A scramble of texts. It’s […]
Poetry
Winter 1993
At Three or Four
As if hearing thunder, far off, I wake up at three or four, the dark a musty breathed-up closeness, and turn my pillow over. It’s like a voice, or voices, […]