Richard Jeffrey Newman

Richard Jeffrey Newman

New York City
A poet and essayist, I write about gender and sexuality, Jewish identity and culture, writing and translation. My goal? To make connections that matter. I also help other writers do the same.
The Sealey Challenge Day 8

The Sealey Challenge Day 8

The Sealey Challenge Day 8 She never knew what to expect from her furtive trysts with death And much to
The Sealey Challenge Day 7

The Sealey Challenge Day 7

The Sealey Challenge Day 7 A woman is not a horse you can trade, sell or shoot when you get
Like Domestic Violence, Antisemitism Has Also Been A Thread Running Through My Life

Like Domestic Violence, Antisemitism Has Also Been A Thread Running Through My Life

“We’re building an oven in my basement,” the ringleader smiled. “When it’s finished, remember, we know where you live,”
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The Sealey Challenge Day 6

The Sealey Challenge Day 6

The Sealey Challenge Day 6 I don’t want the truth, I want the lies, so look this way, say
The Sealey Challenge Day 5

The Sealey Challenge Day 5

The Sealey Challenge Day 5 When the police come, I’m sitting at the table, the cup of coffee that

The Sealey Challenge Day 4

The Sealey Challenge Day 4 from “Capture” in Fate, Ai's fourth book “You tricked me,” he gasped as
The Sealey Challenge Day 3

The Sealey Challenge Day 3

The Sealey Challenge Day 3 Manhood, a dream, an illusion, I think, as I lay down the photograph and stand
The Sealey Challenge Day 2

The Sealey Challenge Day 2

God. The boot heel an inch above your head is mine. God, say your prayers. —from Killing Floor, Ai’s
The Sealey Challenge Day 1

The Sealey Challenge Day 1

For this year’s Sealey challenge, I'm reading the collected volumes on my shelf, starting with Ai’s.
Four by Four #57

Four by Four #57

Four Things To Read, Four Things To See, Four Things To Listen To, and Four Things About Me
On My Desk Now: I Still Miss The Friend I Wrote This Poem For

On My Desk Now: I Still Miss The Friend I Wrote This Poem For

More than anyone else in my life, and despite the fact that we came from very, very different backgrounds, Adrienne accepted me for who I was.
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What Would Literature Be Missing Without You?

What Would Literature Be Missing Without You?

[I]f I had never written, if not a single word of mine had ever been published, literature would not be missing a thing.