That Time of the Month
He expands in my pocket like a tampon filled with blood. He’s getting bigger and stronger, beats his way out of my purse. Now there’s a… Read More »That Time of the Month
He expands in my pocket like a tampon filled with blood. He’s getting bigger and stronger, beats his way out of my purse. Now there’s a… Read More »That Time of the Month
He slinks around in a navy-blue hoodie and sweatpants, black leather gloves pulled over his hands to hide several missing digits, my fault for not… Read More »Elmo, My Golem
He floats in my dreams like debris from a Shreveport wreck, and in a last ditch effort to ban his jetsam from washing up on… Read More »Creation of the Golem
After listening to the opening riff of Hotel California, he moans in the passenger seat next to me, arghhhh! I suggest he take a chill… Read More »Hotel California
We’ve had this talk before when I didn’t know who else would listen to me standing at the last bench of Leona Canyon—you know the one—dedicated to… Read More »The Golem
The wholeness of self-lubricating antibodies inspired by knitting patterns cut and pasted into chromogenic prints looking like a goddess of that for which there is… Read More »Art History Class
Hear Lenore read “Yizkor.” White robes and prayer books automatically flip to the right page, and the cantor, voice of the synagogue, possessed by the spirit… Read More »Yizkor 2016: Kehilla Community Synagogue
A rubber dinghy off the coast of Italy cream cheesed two hundred and fifty Syrian refugees 29 men asphyxiated 19 women. No more treats from the… Read More »Refugees: for Muriel Rukeyser
dumpsters, backpacks, garbage cans in the officiating moment alongside a sidewalk of cement slabs cellphones dangled people running in traffic faster than a subway pressure… Read More »Terrible