Just This
Bella Levenshteyn I hope you are … Smiling (hourly) Singing (daily) Laughing (one hundred times a fortnight) PS
Category: Our Heroic and Ceaseless 24/7 Struggle against Tsuris
Send Me (J’aurais toujours faim de votre écriture)
Bella Levenshteyn Send me your grocery list. Send me your nerdiness über alles summer reading list. Send me a 100-line poem with old-school rhyme scheme. Send me your uncensored 30th (but who’s counting?) birthday wish. Send…
The Wedding—
with its three major conflicts brewing (“you’re on my side, aren’t you?”) and seven minor ones simmering (“he was a loser then, he’s even worse now”) the bride’s burning eyes (“there’s only one way to…
Some People Are Relentless
Tomorrow may I come over to Sophia House Borrow your notebook Take it to my house Copy the pages you wrote And read to me at NW Coffee (Saturday 21 April) Return to Sophia House…
Memory is a Mysterious Thing
When I was reading Proust And about 200 pages into Swann’s Way I suddenly remembered a friend Who had told me about his friend Whose father was the CEO of a major transnational corporation & Whose…
The Rhythm of Life
On Saturday Wedding ananda On Monday Jury-duty
One Day
When you are twenty-seven And at last done Done DONE with medical school We should do a marathon/festival of words Reciting poetry to each other Then writing off of the lines of Neruda, Szymborska And…
Simile for the On-Going Nakba
“You feel like an infantile child with a magnifying glass that tortures ants, you burn them.”[1] –IDF Soldier, on Operation Cast Lead
I Heard
I heard that Lenka is the best correspondent in the Western hemisphere, the kind whom you want to reread twenty times. I heard someone give a phenomenological analysis of a 25 year-old evangelical Marxist’s zeal….
You Know Who You Are
You grace this world And my little world Within this whirl of worlds