I DON’T SPEAK UKRANIAN
I don’t speak Ukrainian,
no way to read their funnies;
Danila the Demonslayer
or the Red Fury. I can’t read
the letters you sent, Zayda,
in Ukrainian and Yiddish. I’m … Read more
I don’t speak Ukrainian,
no way to read their funnies;
Danila the Demonslayer
or the Red Fury. I can’t read
the letters you sent, Zayda,
in Ukrainian and Yiddish. I’m … Read more
The news came before I’d entered the first letter
in Wordle; before my first cup of tea, harvested
by the hands of a single mother, praying for a better
life … Read more
A girl in a crimson sweater crossed
my path on my way to the beach.
I offer this girl’s sweater to you.
When I look back at my day only… Read more
I know what it’s like
to grow up a straight white male
in an intact home
but I do not know
the lived experience of
women, Blacks, gay men,
abuse … Read more
Historic blizzard on the way. Milk, olive oil, chocolate
bars long gone from grocery shelves. Salt piles wait
in farms beside the turnpike.
Stay indoors. Don’t drive, and
if you … Read more
First came a headache to fell an ox,
a dull inconvenience to be sure,
followed by cold symptoms ‘round the clock
which … Read more