Rebecca Dinerstein
Dinerstein and Jacks: The writing life in three parts of the world

Dinerstein: “Sunday”

In the Schiele drawing, black stockings and a red line between the legs. The book is on the floor, the breadknife beside it— Schiele’s shirt […]


Kate tells him that she wants a beer to bear her name so she might meet the lips of a thousand young men. Lev is […]

Poem – Cursory

The crease below the palm is red from your wax sheet: the shape of a dragon, turned down to me— you press the picture to […]