The New York School of Poets has become a grammar workshop meeting in the diner’s back room. Ashbery parses favorite intransitive verbs,...

I 1 miss 2 holding 3 your 4 hand 5. 1 Not merely the self, the first-person subject pronoun, but also the collective I, the individual...

This isn’t Notre Dame, the woman behind me hisses at her husband. No, I think defiantly, it’s better. But to honor the stillness in this...

We had agreed to meet by a river beside three boulders. I was to bring a picnic, and he a blanket. I had gone along the road signposted,...

1. One large spyglass. Brass and high-quality leather. Staining and identically formed indentations along the barrel suggest long use at...

The Christmas that she left, Dad took me to the market. I need to see a man, he said, look after yourself. There was slush numbing my...

I knew you were— an elk, lifting your chin above me, trapping my breath in a labyrinth of shadows, your antlers, an ego sprouting from...

he phoned me, the scammer, and said he would never forget his mother's words— as she gives him everything he might ever own: you'll grow...

I travel to the east of the coldest west Each summer, (To where my father grew to know injustice) Where Auntie says Mama isn't black so...

Our grandparents’ house smells of musty old rugs and comforters, of goat cheese and Trahaná. The entire village groans under the heat and...