Artist’s Statement I used to travel constantly or at least as much as I could afford. I slept in my car, on couches, and in cheap motels. Sometimes I didn’t sleep at all. I liked being awake when the world slept. Thirty-minute exposures in the middle of the night. These photographs aren’t that, though. It’s …
Alice and her father’s second wife are going to the museum. When the second wife stoops to kiss Alice’s little brothers goodbye, Alice can see all the way up her skirt. They are going to the museum so that Alice’s dad can get some quiet time. All morning, he’s made hushed phone calls in the …
The Jewish New Year and my birthday converged in one week;I was 5,718 years younger than the world!The day before was startlingly beautifulas though summer had never sweltered, as though rains had neverpersisted. My cousin and I chatted on the plaza of the libraryuntil she left to register voters, and my friends collected meso we …
and then the “you” wrote a poem in response, I wanted to writeyou (the real you) a poem about the person you praisein your book’s very last poem—the mentor who seemedperfectly in control of his life in a way you sense you maynever be in control of your own. Your homage bestowsgratitude and admiration. And …
—much like David Fincher, famous for torturinghis film sets with shot after shot after shot,who may be a strange name to invokehere on this reverent occasion of love,known as he is for such romantic filmsas Fight Club, Zodiac, and Girlwith the Dragon Tattoo, whenin truth, there isn’t anything to be learnedabout commitment that a good …
At the end of the memory, you forgot to close the door. You hear the neighborhood children playing hide-and-go-seek outside in the yard, calling Come out, come out, as if still looking for you. But where are you now? Is this your house? Did you place the cherries on the counter? Is that blood or …
I used to take photos of everything because I couldn’t remember. I took photos of the first crocus of spring, clasped hands and snow on eyelashes, a dog on the street with sad eyes. One night, I held my phone up to a Blood Moon and took photo after photo, all of them wrong. We’re …
characters: LILA: Female, early thirties, Jewish American, a mother SOLI: Female, early thirties, Venezuelan immigrant, her nanny An additional actress in her twenties or thirties is needed for a brief nonspeaking role. casting note: It may be interesting to position Lila and Soli as looking very ethnically similar. setting: Now or soon. A living room …
of a gourmet grocer in a neighborhood you used to live in, oranges approaching,protein bars around the corner, where you left them. But from what deep well of emotion does your elation on the escalator source? You ate protein barsbecause you were so, so poor. It’s not time travel; not being reminded of something you …
II Home is always calling. Singing with the mouth of all things I have taken for granted. What I want to erasefrom the past is pain. But how else will future learn the taste of joy? First, I tune my ears to the soundof water tumbling from a hillside, and the nimble bird, a hammerkop, …