Protest I

How does it feel / to be on your own / with no direction home / a complete unknown / just like a rolling stone? I am terribly alight with rage, so laden with sorrow—sometimes in passing, other times for days, weeks, longer (I don’t know what proportion of my days are spent this way, […]

The Choice of Artifice.

Friends, I was recently interviewed for PEN America (my former employer, although that was completely unrelated to my selection). Get an eyeful of my good side on PEN’s website. Here in the flesh, it’s Halloween night, the Saturday before the 31st. Best believe Brooklyn is celebrating. People howl in the streets, drums rattle and thrum, and […]

The tree of me.

This is the excerpt for another post.