May 28, 2016
A Good Immunity is Everything
There might be only us In a room My love and I But that is fine What eyes are left for me Anyway what other eyes are left […]
May 16, 2016
What a Wicked Game
I have come a long way, to surrender my shadow To the shadow of a horse —James Wright, “Sitting in a small screenhouse on a summer morning” You finish this […]
April 1, 2016
The Year I Forgot Passover: On Love, Memory, and Honor
I’ll eat with money and I’ll eat with my teeth until the rocks and the mountains curl and my blood sings — I’m such a good girl to eat the world. […]