The Sealey Challenge Day 16
The Sealey Challenge Day 16
In the gazebo-like café, you gave
me food from your plate, alert
to my
Richard Jeffrey Newman
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 15
The Sealey Challenge Day 15
Now I know less,
and better. I’ve grown less lean,
less easily pleased: I’
To Write Is To Sit In Confrontation With Yourself
Wrestling with yourself like that, if you’re honest about it, is to court what can be a very frightening vulnerability, because it means by definition having the audacity to lay claim to a readership’s attention...
The Sealey Challenge Day 14
The Sealey Challenge Day 14
Beyond naming names,
nothing can help.
I learn my limits,
I write what I can:
The Sealey Challenge Day 12
The Sealey Challenge Day 12
It is being offshore: nothing that’s not horizon.
It is, beyond beacons, sailing alone.
The Sealey Challenge Day 11
The Sealey Challenge Day 11
...we grope,
for clothes and coffee, our selves
woken by waking beside
each other: who
The Sealey Challenge Day 10
The Sealey Challenge Day 10
...the poem,
the poem that must
map the bottom
of here, would be
some sort
The Sealey Challenge Day 9
The Sealey Challenge Day 9
I love you by the terms/I make to give you.
from “Adam,” in Letter
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
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
“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
I don’t want the truth,
I want the lies,
so look this way,
say