Rereading Alicia Ostriker’s Stealing The Language
I could not have articulated it this way back then, but I felt straitjacketed by much of the male poetic tradition in which I was being educated and in which I understood I would be expected to write
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...
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,”
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
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.