I was so fortunate to work this summer with Michael Manteck, a singer-songwriter, just finishing his undergraduate degree at Oxford...

The day of my twenty-first birthday I flew to Ukraine on a travel grant which allowed me to work with orphans outside Chernobyl Zone 1....

after sex when my ear is pressed to the skin above your heart and your hand is brushing the damp strands of brown hair sticking to my...

when my best friend from university tells me that he has just been accepted to San Francisco State I give him the reply that when it...

We’re trying to support cows so there is no milk and we’re trying to pay the bills so there is no milk substitute and this morning I...

tonight it’s a black man and woman making love with their necks and whispers on the dirty railway car yesterday it was a Chinese couple...

In Minnesota in February the black cows that graze in view of the freeway pull their hooves up and move through the snow mud and sparse...

When there was cancer in my neck you would come down to my bedroom and rest your chin on mine while I slept. You would curl your body in...

At fifteen we sat in church Sundays and felt guilty about the sex Saturdays. We wouldn’t hear the sermons— we would feel each other’s...

in dead january on michigan highway you hold my splitting ends tight to my frozen neck and you bring my chin up and brush your freckled...

there is an old soviet train running through communities of communist orchards and the family planters remain towns away bussing each day...

you picked up some dust as you tumbled across the Nevada desert and there are nicks to the left artery and a gash in your southern...

Do not ask me these questions you do not understand Besides so they plunge and grind in the marrow Why my flowers did not bloom last...

I wrote you a letter and postmarked it from London scribbling your address in the States across pretty stationary and inside I said our...

I am scared to marry you. I do not want to forget passion— black ink on clean sheets pencil markings in the margins next to texts. Mama...

“Kick with your laces!” I always thought that was funny. Those pieces of woven thread have no power over that ball. I gave them credit...