Yale Daily News

On the Metro after beers and mezcal at Miralto overlooking all of D. F. Robin leans in with a warning. Once, on this line, Pantitlán […]

March 31, 2015

Six brown ferrets, sinuous, were winding themselves like living ropes around the legs of the dining room table, each as narrow as my wrist. We […]

March 31, 2015

1.   I have been made a doll—   Needle sinks into gum, and cheek and chin turn to rubber. I cannot stop touching my […]

March 31, 2015

“It doesn’t seem reasonable to build a new version of the death of the poet based only on the opinions of his driver.” —official statement […]

February 3, 2015

This is fall-down weather. The sky laid out a rink. We have ourselves sleet street. Our eyes and the ground gleam, conspiring to trash us. […]

February 3, 2015

  Sincere Stoic as its peers soften — a Roman statue: pure marble, no wax.   Cell Can you imagine his surprise: a million monks […]

November 20, 2014

There is nothing like The fall, the whistling in air— The way the ground feels. Margaret Atwood Eats fat in winter, she says And I […]

April 25, 2014

The absence of color, Born into chasm, Outstretches its wiry arms, Elbows buckling, cracking, Collapsing, under the bulk of converging tectonic plates. This absence… this […]

April 25, 2014

When you came home for the first time like a thing I might keep, my father sweat out the kitchen with a whole ham. I […]

March 22, 2014

Even then, we were cold. Joseph knew it so he started a fire in the basement after dinner, our whole family watching The Godfather. We […]

March 22, 2014

You wore your disco pants and had me meet you at the gala where you robbed me of my money with a story about how […]

December 1, 2013