Krys Lee: Girl on a LeashJuly 2013
Already, his face was remote, fleeing her.
The World Without YouJune 2012
He’s mopping at his pelvis with a wadded-up tissue, and then he’s mopping her up as well. Already the backs of her thighs are caking up.
Still, I started for the parlor. I’d polished my shoes, put gel in my hair: habits my mother had always wanted me to form and I had always resisted. Walking down the street, I felt conspicuous, as though people were sniggering at my gleaming head and feet.
Thomas Beller: The Purple KramaMay 2012
On how far we should go to stand up for ourselves, the righteous anger of parenthood, and whether "faggot" is the ultimate insult.
Miracle RealistNovember 2011 In a candid interview, the Israeli author on Netanyahu’s impotence, how his son’s death affected his latest novel, and Israel’s need to embrace Palestinians with humanity.
Poem with Several Unforgivable Keatsian References, Poem Burning Up in the Fire I Lit to Warm My Son, or Do as I Say Not as I DoMay 2011
Hello, darkling, / where’ve you been all my life?