"One of the things about being a writer is that it’s a solitary occupation. One of the great pleasures of my life was the few times when I’ve been it and done it with other people. The most intense version of that was the four years I spent at Harvard working on The Crimson, the newspaper."
Last Supper in Baltimore
An impressive murder of crowsdoes not makenational headlinesnor does the murder of young TaiBlack, trans, beautifulin an alley just down Lafayette
above...
Gourd
In a sideboard shuttered away, I find it.Shake it.let it fill my palm—this brown surfacesmooth and firm.Who held it,carried it to this shore?I shake...
Big Sky
Big sky, how you fillwith hope mid-oceanmid-prairie, mid-uplands.Mountain tops recallferocious winds worthyof note.They sing the one notein the roof rack, the onewhistled tree...
