Today was still one of the wintry feels in my city, which may be a large one even by the standards of New York...

crouching at the great river watching school teem so heavily walking from this bank means nothing

wheresoever that road bends by that farm we go not that way our mothers say wheresoever he may walk turn him to hell and head home

The photo slides out of the envelope first. Its edges are worn from age, a thumbtack hole in the top right corner. The colors are muted...

Couch scrolling in Seattle the summer of 2018, I stopped at a post from Hey Alma, a Jewish and feminist online magazine, in which a woman...